The punch bowl

Do you ever dream that you’re flying? or wading in water that keeps getting deeper? I do, and I dream of floating in space holding the hands of the clock that turn on its face and I race, hard through the timber yard and out to the wood. You hear the beanstalk I say the…

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Class of ’17

Is greed in society destroying you? it’s destroying me, slowly and methodically crucifying me, I’m dying, not for want or need, but because of the greedy and their many acolytes. if I die a poor man I’m sure man I won’t be alone. (perchance to extravagance, a chance to dream) it’s not Novello and I’m…

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Blotters

I have written and write long in through the long night and the light from the candle warms my fingers as I speculate rewrite and wait ’til the new words start sinking in, Float like a stone? I do that on my own. When sex is not the question but the question arises haha two…

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Vibrations

it’s nice but not Christmas, more like a black mass a sad mass of people with hope in their hearts for better lives and fresh starts it’s nice but not Christmas. These streets are not gold only places we hold on to. Ghosts Frederick and Pauline lost to the last dream, gone forever…

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Stateside

Tennessee says goodbye to me Kentucky nods hello Colorado to the left of me so through Kansas I must go and on into Nevada where the gamblers dreams reside until I rest in California at the end of a long ride…

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Resin in my eyes

Another night ends with the dawn and I made it to this side again, another ghost train ride through dreams disguised as memory are consigned as these things are to history, but nothing’s simple, is it? I paddle in these streams of conscious thought splashing wildly as night so kindly falls away. Friday, time to…

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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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Ex147

I have seen the dark eyes of the wolverine, she who walks through all my dreams and I have touched her even as I screamed her name and in the echoes became her partner…

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Back to Bedlam

it’s what I watch and if you see that’s what becomes of being me.   The mirror through which no light can pass made of glass? made of stone? makes no difference to flesh and bone.   I hesitate to circulate to circumvent some ill intent but I remain yours faithfully,   letters written never…

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Coming to terms

The curtains are opened and the light such as it is at this ungodly hour stitches lines across the ceiling.   Last night I dreamt in Nomad (which is like technicolour but not quite as bad) and I wandered through scenarios where sunshine goes when it’s tired last night was wired to an electric fence…

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The vows

  When you want to know when it offends when you ask   Listen. can you hear me floating   I am sometime in somewhere and where I don’t know don’t want to be here yet don’t want to go.   can you only hear me when you’re near me?   I can hear your…

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The 308th cavalry

  ..and when I’ve finished fantasizing to cover up the lies in my shortcomings I’m going   but it never seems to end starting where the dreams begin and knowing that they’ll send me mad the whole world starts to spin…

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Dreams

The book of wells like the book of Kells… but deeper. ( is that Irish? ) I fall into them men always do. I ask for no quarter to be given and I’m given a dime time to move on. Seamless we dream more and unconsciously see more. On the alpha wave highway anyway’s a…

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Sunset off the Boulevard

I wake to one more daybreak, pick up the pieces and with tape in hand join in the repairing of the broken jigsaw. I dream this, a silent movie Queen screen kiss, Pickford and I locked into an embrace fly. And the jigsaw waits for me to end the dreamery and Pickford wearily unites with…

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Tension bar

Nothing is as it seems in the greatest of dreams there is always a hidden agenda. The subconscious lies three points West of the Horn in the ship that we sail in just before we are born and any memories we store are already there in the core of our being. I say it as…

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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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Paganini or Pizza?

Dreams that leave you hanging from the opera in your mind and the orchestra keeps bangin’ on and still you feel that hangin’ on is the only thing to do. I don’t mind that dreams don’t find their end in me, I can shift the light around until the night can’t see where I am…

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Box set

Painting by numbers the sky and one wonders where cyan should be, let me see, next to the pink it would go well I would think but Prussian blue blows its nose and tell me who if anyone knows the colour of wind? Splash me a rainbow full of candy floss magic and let me…

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