The ice sculpture

Let me drink from your chalice of poison fill my lungs with the breath of the night hold you until Armageddon when the rapture becomes the dawn light. The evening sucks shadows from subways on the road to the end of my stay and my failures are sealed in the lips that once healed with…

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Round four

For what little good life does for me I may as well be plugged into the electricity switching the wires and getting it free, don’t tell the L.E.B. Feels like I’m boxing with shadows with rocks in my head, feet formed from clay and somewhere it’s Saturday the knock out drop. it will stop it…

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Jumble sale

Eyes shot hair’s in a mess why is it so that regaining consciousness comes with a price? in migration mode I hit the road which as you can see is a violent side to me. Life and or living we have or we throw it away, I could easily ‘etch-a-sketch’ a prize giving day for…

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The stream

What I failed to understand is how much a hand you had in this, the many times I almost did, but never, not very bright or clever and still I kick against it involved too much in it too close to see it and too far away to enjoy it and yet aware of it…

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Level crossing

We break and broken we make do by muddling through and we mend. Only the cracks to remind us we are not as strong as we think. I am kissed by patina when age should have been a bystander. if I break again I’ll take again the fix. more cracks to look back on, look…

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186,282 and a bit per second

At the speed of light the need for light is redundant. a flash of inspiration just to ease the darkness of my situation and I am vacant in the columns that march on Gaul. So much passes, past and what time is it now? am I nearly there? should I wear a suit, a shirt…

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As it’s Sunday

hedging bets. I wonder if empathy is the sole preserve of the visionary. Life only begins when you learn how to live it so I’ll give it a go. I don’t know if I am ever going to get there wherever there might be, but the journey so far has been interesting. Whatever. if I…

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Whistling Dixie again

Earmarked for days full of strife and nights in the park. I never saw Poverty Rules OK! but I heard the book was a best seller and when I tell her that she’ll kill me. We’re given enough rope and not the scope to utilise it…

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Highway 101

Here’s a post a mile post, a mark at most along the road. I sat on several to remind me I could sit on several more but several turned into several score and many more to go. They fade in time probably because the rain acts upon the lime erasing details, and like memories although…

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Spiro Agnew lived here

She fills me up then cuts me down makes of me a ghost in loveless town, (south of Andover) Sunday and a change in me piety rules is that ok? she said, with reprobates as mates who needs to look for trouble? The rest is ancient history or alchemy and when they find my bones…

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Timetable Tommy

It’s just a short hop to the bus stop and so I’m taking my time to make up a rhyme, mine is the long drop which is fine if you have a head for heights, watching lights flash before my eyes, I must cash in on the sunrise catch a few rays make the most…

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Understanding or almost

If it’s not about me then who? you? ah yes you who makes the light you who makes it might be she shakes her head I follow her eyes love is a mask just a disguise we hide behind…

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Prominent veins

Stand clear it’s Thursday today and Friday is near to the surface. I’m still tunneling through the underworld or underground making ground but carefully one step at a time which is all I can manage in a carriage that’s choc a block with passenger who are taking stock of their situations. and I got myself…

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Inside the spiral

There’s no time to pretend so I pretend there’s no time and if it ends at the end then the problem’s all mine. this is all that I have to defend what I have and what I have I’ll defend with the time I pretend I don’t have. pretend? we all make allowances for life’s…

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The agony aunt

…and when we’re broken, down and out, what then? ah, and they’ll tell you, build your walls back up again but citadels are made to fall so building walls is just a self fulfilling prophecy. Matching back the pieces patching up the cracks life is one big jigsaw but what helped me to see was…

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Orienteering

I never thought I’d get there to sixty two, but where the fuk am I? heading to the fountain watching as this mountain crumbles. he mumbles, fumbles in his pocket pulls out a handkerchief (initialled in the corner ) because one cannot be too careful wipes away a tear from the one good eye I…

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Reads the ingredients and licks the spoon

In the film of my life I play a cameo role, a lost soul looking out from his rabbit hole. When the jet goes through the poodle which looks awfully like a cloud and the poodle dissolves into a puddle I’ll breathe out aloud, but let the puddle rain in Rainham, because Birmingham’s full of…

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It could always be real

Jumping hurdles as if we’re in a steeplechase but this is not a race there are no prizes although there are surprises life really does take the biscuit. My hand’s in the cookie jar not very far if life can get some so can I. hey you have to try or what’s the point?…

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Crosses his heart

“May the Lord grant mercy to the house of Onesiphorus, for he often refreshed me, and was not ashamed of my chain, but when he was in Rome, he sought me diligently, and found me (the Lord grant to him to find the Lord’s mercy on that day); and in how many things he served…

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The egg and spoon race

It wasn’t about the losers it was about those that didn’t win and he gives a wry grin at that not being politically correct. I thought aloud, if everyone’s a winner what is the point to enter? where is the satisfaction to be gained? even heroes want the glory and if no one gets first prize…

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