When we disappear

I imagined there was more than this like coloured lights and harlequins cricket balls and ninepins a café and a bar sometimes I imagine and takes things a little far but it’s fair to say I’m disappointed. Heaven. open nine to seven, when closed leave deliveries ’round the back…

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Engravings

Endlessly nowhere, but we’d all like to be back there in the somewhere we all made a difference but the claymore got more than it bargained for when it made the deal with the devil and the deep anytime is a good time to float on the waves of a memory We are Vietnam to a…

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It lives

It’s four twenty in the morning plenty of time to write this, I’m yawning but only because it’s four twenty in the morning. The coffee helps me to see almost like glasses oh really? then as each minute passes and I see more clearly I become nearly human another oh really? Tuesday’s the day and…

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The who’s what and where have you been?

Nobody says anything to anyone and no one says nothing to me, nothing was seen to be deemed as seen and I feel left out. Nobody knows nothing of anything and I’ve been down this path once before no one sees and I never saw, never knew not even you, nobody and I feel left…

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Grenade launcher

Half starved by the cold or is it old age creeping in? is time pulling the pin on me? will the crack shot shoot back or accept his lot? I have still got questions that need answering so time’s not pulling the pin on me yet. This son of a gun has love keeping him…

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Collapsing or capturing

A silhouette at the sunset of my day, far enough away so that my features become blurred, ‘the word’ moving into the memory where my destiny awaits me and set free into the company of those memories before me. I am shadows in the sunlit that flit through curtained windows I am magpie in the…

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Last chance saloon

Two sixes, a four three dice, you want more? Cards? it’s a marked deck you can check if you like I did. We gamble on until it’s all gone, some gamble some more two sixes, a four three dice, you want more?…

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Three bars

Not so chirpy now, look at how the wind blows not so perky little birdie, are we? Winter with its white coat on a doctor, doctor this, a peck, a kiss and fly away. Each green leaf burnt to golden brown to drop to settle down, not so chirpy now…

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The standard reward

It’s not the nights spent in taverns outside of the town or the days spent in wasting my time nor the Vodka and limes I have drunk with those fine friends of mine to tell you the truth I’m not sure if it matters the hours roll on to the days and they’re gone and…

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Tunnels

Things that I missed, like the warriors eyes in the pacifist or the Sequoia in the standing of a child. Seldom as it seems unlike recurring dreams that I know by heart, I miss the most patently obvious, while being blatantly oblivious to the world about me. see what I see and it is not…

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Turning pages

A story that ends so to start and begin well I’ve been in one of them ended to start again got on the bottom rung again begun again I’m starting to sound like old Michael Finnegan so I’ll begin again. in the terrible automatic of space spinning out spinning back and only to face that…

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My beer bottle top collection

which has no connection when being average isn’t average you’re either above or below the line and if you don’t know whether you’re above or below the standard mark, even being average won’t mean ‘Jack’ to you. The great university’s filter these thoughts put them into prospectii (which may be the plural of prospectus) just…

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The high lonesome

vapour trails disintegrate I wait and watch them go, why do aeroplanes when overhead appear to go so slow? It’s only life I’m looking at and that don’t bother me, I’m disintegrating slowly like the vapour trails I see. On my fifty things to do list of which I missed so many, I think the…

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Loose ends

Complex animals, parenthetically simple beings. skeletal frames that hold inside the beating rhythms of life and life itself holding on to the frames which fix together the flesh, We’re diagnosed from birth with death and there’s no cure for it yet, but living forever doesn’t look like a good bet either…

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Diagnostic kit

Not much point looking back if you’re one of the pack only the leader will see anything there. Functioning in a dysfunctional way could be the ‘new black’, that’s if you’re not looking back at the sun as it rises. I used to and used too and used you to get through, but never saw…

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Symphony 4

An emptiness so full and fragrant fills me to the brim and though the emptiness brings me no comfort I long and yearn to wallow within there are shadows there that fall from the rainbows which form across the arches of my eyes, I see the living going on with their business while the emptiness only dies…

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In two minds

At your last dying breath the final thing is to think of life and not death, it’s only a shift to another view to another you on some other plane we all have to end to live again, the final thing is to think about life…

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Cards marked

So what’s it going to be? harmony or mutiny when you’re disputing me? trying to see both sides of an argument hurts when it’s my neck that gets twisted and not my words. the sub plot being you hold the aces but I got the deck…

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Silently gold

It looks like the day was dug out from the ground, dark and moist with barely a sound being made. No birds fly above me no lady awake yet to love me only the dark clouds that are playing shove halfpenny across the patchwork of a black and blue sky…

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