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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When the penny drops

Anti matter doesn’t matter when you find the hammer to shatter through the ties that bound you I found you bleeding on the cold stone floor kissing concrete. The street’s a canny place for canny lads tightly wound there on the ground there are the ruined the ill of mind the users prostitutes and their…

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Green belt

Open spaces too in London, some call it a drop in a pop in a zoo and it’s two by two how do you do? thanks for asking how are you? all meaningless because no one gives a flying fish. I could be tripping through the pages of a glossy magazine, anything’s possible when you’ve…

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Glass

leaking pearl ear rings shining she sings of glass. In the images mirrored she has borrowed a lifetime and more conductors who then wrote and loaned her the score tampering with time she learns how to mime the words, vocal chords shot by the distill of a thousand and one mountain men high on the…

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City people

Old habits, peculiar and harder to break. Anyway I take a moment to organise these thoughts thinking that nobody cares I carry a haversack black strapped across my shoulders to fit neatly into the small of my back I could lighten my load but why would I ? They don’t make millstones like they used…

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The danger zone

In the private hostel and a tiny bit of gospel because we still have to sing for our supper. They still try to sell you on things that they tell you and we listen and pretend we believe. I saw Satan in the soup dish and an angel in the cake, fourteen knights and old…

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Minus 3

He shuffles in snuffling I see that the cold has got to him Tea for to warm his bones and a seat to complete his rest. It’s not so unusual these days to see the luckless to whom the Lady of Luck never pays Signs of the times? if so we corrupt them in couplets…

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Soho squares

It shouldn’t have been there where it was not because it was unsightly which it was it just shouldn’t have been the old lady who looked like she came from Cricklewood gave it a good kick thin fabric, thick lady. The tent and we’ll call it that for convenience was an inconvenience to everyone and…

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Picture this

You’re soaking and you’re strung out but your sleeping bag’s been wrung out and it’s wrapped up in a damp rag that you carry in your rucksack you turn your back on Strutton Ground and you strut off into London’ town like some mad demented peacock, but you’re off to rock the Casbah with your…

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Girl

There was a line going on in her head ‘to be or not to be..’ dead, but she’d read Shakespeare so that was fine lines on her face haggard and drawn words from her lips ‘wish I’d never been born’ that wasn’t her choice the voice in her head Shakespeare to be not to be…

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Ten point two percent

Just the whispers from dark doorways along the street where the night stays, cold. When the morning treads lightly down the litter strewn pavement and the dousing of gas lamps sizzles the air they are there, with blank eyes, they’re watching for the chapel to open, for their saviour to appear in the guise of…

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1a Old City street

We take them for bandits and not Comancheros, but who knows the truth of them, who’s there when night falls to pick up the pieces? Hand out and hang out with the drop outs and layabouts and tell me what’s wrong with the picture you’re in. I’ve been there in the round square when the…

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Singalong a Santa

There will be homeless this Christmas, some not so old, There will be homeless this Christmas, out in the cold and there’ll be warmth and wine for some, that’s quite fine this Christmas. And while the Tories tell stories of pixies and elves there will be beggars on Broadway who talk to themselves, this Christmas…

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Oxford bags

It is now when the evening draws in and the warmth of the day dances on the point of a pin when the chances of charity from strangers are slim and the thought of that cardboard.. …yes, that cardboard on the sidewalk by the superstore outside, the pharmacy, on the street where your breath paints…

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