The suffocating of simplicity

An aeroplane vies with a gull to pull a piece from the sky and at six of the clock a crane stands idly by. It irritates me that on the old church the steeple still perches precariously, as if a balance between good and evil. My lips have sinned pressed tight to the picture of…

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Death

We’re only tourists here for a visit on a one way ticket and now they’re punching it it’s not fucking fair. I never asked for short stay I wanted long term. Visa expired as I will be soon but we’re all only tourists here for a day…

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The damned

On the outside of any influences that external stimuli supply, where any rules if there were ever any no longer apply on the doorstep of death they sit down and cry…

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The 57th key

   Years ago when death flowed over the window sill, holding my breath to still my heart and under blankets with my eyes shut tight against the darker darkness of eternal night I prayed to who knows who that they would make things right   it happened so that darkness went, it seems that who…

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Mortality

I sleep it takes the ache away, for who’s to say when this will end?…

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Deaths

…and thus to sink, ripples are I think quite beautiful…

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Going on until the going’s gone

One day and that could be any day there will be some more of me until there’s no more to see and then that’ll be me done, but it’s okay today I’m on my way and I’ve not yet arrived at the last stop so I’ve still got time for a rhyme or two more…

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Day trips to Blackpool

Three artists for effect a tower to direct the Sun to paint the mornings when my mum made breakfast, now dear mum has gone the paint has faded the art struck dumb the towers crumble one by one and on and on we go…

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Transfer

When I’m suffocated laid on the table desiccated and my bones arranged in order are lined up to draw attention to the crookedness of life and the harsh lights of the mortuary serve to soften the lines surrounding me the door closes on mortality while infinity drags on. the message label on my toe reads…

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A bit Poe (ish)

I will become food for the worms and they’ll take it in turns to feed on my flesh I will be a creche for their young what fun, can’t wait. But It won’t be me there so why should I care? It’ll be the suitcase that carried me from point A to point B Still…

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Mach 2

This is the odyssey in the unsettling of a night and it’s flight or fight. Run and we lose, fight and we might die. So we try and we do. Who? There’s sparkle of stars overhead and I never got used to them, underfoot is where I put my faith, terra firma and I’m the…

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Action replays

Becoming that part of the mystery, crossing over the boundary, leaving behind all the misery, I wonder if the secret will unfold for me. I see transparency in the darkness about me as if there’s a bubble of light that surrounds me, all hope’s never lost and that’s patently true. You who have never known…

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Swiping on

Eventually, as the crow flies before everyone dies of boredom we’ll all get our skates on and take the lead in someone or others Facebook feed. I’m whistling Dixie hoping someone picks me. It’s not so bad being last in the queue, there’s no one behind you to stab you in the back. I see…

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