Sometimes Sunday

She stepped out from the pages of a fashion magazine and looked as if she’d never seen the image of a beauty queen, but the light of day betrayed her as the moguls that had made her walked away. The snow, cold, fell heavy and only an old coat to warm and keep me dry…

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Oyster Bay

disappear into her eyes and sink beneath the weight of waves. underneath her satin spells where ‘she sells sea shells’ an angel dwells. Along with this shoreline I am waiting for the tide and time to be in sync, before I take the leap and make the link complete…

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The saddle tramps

We used to be maverick quick on the draw and quicker on our feet, we were lone star taking it as far as we dared and not caring if anyone cared. what are we now? we’re in yesterday shoes reading yesterday news wondering who’s next. I won’t fall into the trap of thinking that’s that…

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Acting the goat

…and what about the coming of age when the whole wide world is one huge stage only to find you’re a bit part player, say! a fellow I know just got on with the show what would you do?…

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Tidal

It’s what I do collide into collude with and run through a gamut of emotions. You should try it don’t buy it? no neither do I, but we get by the best way that we can and sometimes during a breakdown we realise that being a man is bloody hard work…

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Out to brunch

taking off my vest and while they’re opening up my chest I have a few moments to spare, if they’re looking for my heart they’ll find fuck all there ‘cepting an IOU and that’s from you know who. life is a theatre whether operating or not and I’ve got some shares in the company…

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Strata

Always been trapped and there was no escape and the warder said stay because this is your fate and the clock laughed out minutes that turned into more and the only idea was to think up a door, so I did and the door opened inwards to go deeper inside where the more that I…

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You’ll get older if you’re lucky

See how it trips off the tongue when the light flows back and the colours start to run and who we are began with the starting gun bang and we run once again. Then we age the bladder leaks the pages turn yellow but nobody likes to hear such things, well fuk ’em life sings…

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Unshaven melody

The first to know the last to go I feel for them stars filled with helium wallflowers on the ceiling of life. That’s nothing to do with the way I get through the maze of my days every blind bend sends me screaming around each twist and turn watching myself as I burn out. On…

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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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