Noughts and crosses

I don’t know if I’ll get there and not sure if I’ll go, but hope has to be somewhere the prophet told me so. If and when (the carrot and the stick ) I do will you be there before me? private questions with no answers dance across my tiring eyes, more sure of this…

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Trying not to be s trynosaur

Ready to fly off die off, cry off, boredom likes to kill. People I have known who’ve flown, took the final bow how I miss them. Old men and memory are taking me, but I will resist them, I have no time for old men although the ladies are quite sweet. But it’s a numbers…

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Following in footsteps

Mine was a long road not the longest road but long enough to learn what I had to learn to turn things around to take my head from the clouds and keep my feet on the ground but every road has a lay-by for dreamers mine was no different except the lay-by became the mainstay…

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The Soho diary

it becomes a part of history his story her story my story their story your story, some came for fame others for glory and all are woven in to the pages of the story…

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Posing for pictures

Judas scuppered the plan for a last supper reunion. some nights I don’t write I watch the sunset and some nights I don’t sleep I watch the moonbeams that dance dreamily, meaning me or something like that. I have a shoulder in fact I have two which are not as strong as yours but you…

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Loading Wednesday

If it takes me forever I might never get there but no one was listening One day when I’m old enough to portray a life I’ll write poetry and that’s another forever that’ll never get here…

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Base ten

I lingered too long on her lips was I wrong? and why if ‘a kiss is just a kiss’ do I miss so much the kiss she kisses me with? I see eye to eye on the ‘fifty things to do before you die’, but each thing ends with us being more than just friends…

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That question

I thought it was over until you came on over and it started to rain. the pain you inflict on me and still I am stuck on you if love really does run true where does it run to?…

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‘..and he walked a crooked mile..’

This could have been written in Wapping but it wasn’t it was penned in ink by a stranger I met who was cleaning his face with battery fluid, I asked him if doing it that way extended his life, he shrugged and said, what else is there and who cares anyway? I watched his life…

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The scenery shifters

When things are as they seem to be they seem not to be to me and that’s almost Shakespeare, but he isn’t here and so it’s not. I have a lot of time for dead poets they speak to me in words they have written in books that I borrow, words filled with love, with…

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Cancelled

An outline might be the skyline but it changes in the light. I saw street signs pointing the way to better times, but they’d been dubbed into Cantonese these are the dark days the rise of the rock star the electric car the drone the galaxy as in the phone I chill out even in…

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Reasons to be

No one knows of course because no one cares enough to understand, life is tough although I have seen its sweet side and that’s why however bad things get I’m staying for the full ride, wouldn’t want to miss any instalments…

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Blood pressure

I didn’t sign the declaration and I didn’t after due and careful consideration which is legalese for, I tossed it in the bin. We’ve all seen the writing on the wall uninformed gibberish misspelt rubbish youth! send ’em down the mines oh wait Thatcher closed them, send ’em to sea oh wait no fuckin’ navy…

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The windows in soap bubbles

A nip in the air that pinches my skin wrapped up in swaddling to keep the warmth in I grow old with the memory of once being young not believing that this time has finally come. This is fun or ii could be if it wasn’t me but it is and it’s not. Wednesday is…

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Bedtime in Bournemouth

Some stay with me and become a part of my bio-chemistry she reads palms and tells me this. Ghosts kiss lightly and tread even more so, the dead know everything. I sleep to wake hoping the pattern won’t break but knowing one day it will. when I was six and sixty was longer than Christmas…

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Four of diamonds

Back on the treadmill willpower hour after hour I ache take a pill back on the treadmill. realising I’m a hamster with a fetish for the ‘mill I take another pill and store it in my cheek for next week. It feels like I’m going under being taken over by some unseen force but I…

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The likely outcome of dreams

Today I’d like to stay in bed pretending I am six years old and no one’s told me I can’t do that but I know I grew and how time accrues if only to confuse the unwary go on dare me and I’ll do what I said, pretend I am six and stay in my…

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A slice of Friday morning

In the aisle for a while There’s no preferential here on the Central it’s dog eat dog see a seat want a seat get a seat. This is a treat for me immersed in the trappings of some great abnormality which some call life and in the fast lane too heading to god knows who…

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