Christmas corral

It never bothers us in the least that three wise men travelled in from the East to see a homeless one the one they called the son of man It’s not new and it’s not ‘Old hat’ it is what it is no more than that, But we never learn we still turn people out…

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Connecting rooms

Whatever you’re given today will be taken away and tomorrow? well tomorrow you’ll be back begging for more and that’s sod’s law. axioms to crack your bones and taxes then to take your homes, cardboard’s ‘cheap as chips’ free from local council skips. Underneath a Croydon sky watching the 747’s fly by why me? Where…

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Breaking

Someone say a prayer for all the homeless people stuck out there, you can say it with your gin when you’re in somewhere nice and warm. a prayer’s a prayer wherever it’s said. These are the cold nights steel blue nights when bones crack. cardboard is no defence against the unrelenting elements someone say a…

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More electric soup

I try to believe that ultimate power is held by the populace, but facing the facts I can see it’s not true. The state holds our fate in its hands. Political treason, a butchery beggaring belief and a thief of all reasoning Homeless numbers up and yet on the up they’re still going down London’s…

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Cold sore

Street lamps for old blankets and Santa steps in, two pints of mothers ruin and let Christmas begin but it’s brass monkeys out there and we’re nice and chill with a gallon of mulled wine on the inside window sill, still it could be worse that poser could be writing another shite verse but they…

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Merry Christmas Marley

Friggin’ sick of this why don’t they pick me up why don’t they put me in the van take me away and lock me up give me a cell a bed a meal a man got nuttin’ if he don’t feel. Cold init? or is it me that? no it couldn’t be but then again…

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Dilemma junction

What if it doesn’t snow how then will we know that it’s Christmas? baubles and bangles that dangle don’t mean much without that touch of magic. But the homeless hope less for the snow and more for the Sun, I understand the predicament they are in, bin surfing is like sofa surfing except in bins…

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Box rooms

Soaked and wet through again and cardboard’s no defence when there’s rain again, wish I was in Spain again but that’s just a pipedream. It’s just another cold old story and we’ve heard it before in the shop door way with no way to get out. The Sun must be somewhere at the end of…

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Overnight stays

Under a boat berthed on Brighton beach no one can teach you how to sleep like that, the tide was out the moon was full the bottle half empty and just as well because I was half cut. someone pulled a trick from the hat and put pebbles in my head. I make the bed I…

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City sights

‘Spare some change, can you spare a copper or two for a tea, can you? the streets are full the beggars with their operas pull the punters in. They’ll wear away the pavements if they stay much longer. these are the new age living monuments to the times in which we live and so we…

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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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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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