Wild things grow

The Devil’s daughter walks on water, I fall and sink into her depths. These maps I make take me far away in search of El Dorado and the daughter of the Devil prays she holds my hand I hold my breath and listen to what she says. I taste in sin her Eastern origin and…

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Any way you read it.

Slipping into and out from occasionally feeling something ain’t right is it temporary? or is the impermanence I feel here permanently. Trapped between the ice cubes and malted milks I drift off into Summer she wears her silks is it real or illusion? do we advance to a fusion? slipping into and out from occasionally…

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Mumbles

What do you think? under the sink? there’s pipes leaking, speaking of drips how’s your husband? Quick on the draw slightly raw but never over the top. Where’s Jack Frost? who paid him off? what did it cost? no answers from there more questions from her, how’s it going? she’ll know in a while. so…

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Patchwork in progress

Colluding on this we join in a kiss. Following on because after all after the fall there has to be something. About the details, I never read the small print, anyway you’d have to squint and pull a face like a gurner to learn a thing from them. We continue in ignorance and in bliss…

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Hearts

All of your life while you’re looking for love, love is looking for you…

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Who is Kelvin?

I miss them missed them kissed some of them loved all of them. Holy ghosts move the goalposts when it suits them. I’m listening to the fireworks at least something works in broken Britain…

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Higher geometry

Looking out and wondering why everything is passing you by and those looking in are thinking the same thing it’s what we do. I read speed write take speed is that not right? I’m looking beyond the calico dress and the words I could find to impress are lost in the winds that blow through…

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The timebox

It’s funny how you can remember the face but not the name or the games that you played, I think if I’d stayed it might have been different. It keeps me awake and some nights I can’t sleep, difficult to keep the thoughts from arising like my eyes are in an old cinema screen watching…

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When we get to Mexico

The desert far behind us and the sheriff stiff, face down the sage brush all around us in this Chihuahua town, but it’s where we felt the moment though that moment has long past. when we get to Mexico I’ll tell her that I love her in English…

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Fifteen frames

Class the lass had class a distinctive look a face like a leather bound book ooh she was what I took to be the lass who’d be right for me then I woke in the fireplace having slept like a log ha old jokes like dreams are the best…

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Realisations

The love poems that I should have read to you, those words wrapped in roses never sent to you and now it’s too late to present to you my heart on a platter of gold…

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Thermostatic control

Eighty seven degrees, but she gives me that look and I freeze, jeez what did I do that was wrong that she makes me wait for so long? She has me on vertical hold and I wonder if she knows that I’m getting old ‘hanging on the Siegfried line’ trying to gain a little bit…

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Poem 13

Did you buy your heartbreak in the market or was the telephone your food of choice did you listen while you ate your cornflakes to the liquid in your lovers voice? I never seem to get the given message never learnt to read the secret code cannot find the right words to express it I…

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The terminal trap

In between and then it’s a rampage where old age meets the dawn and the teenager of fifteen starts to dream of the night. She was right and I do remember the heat of her skin the flickering eyes when she flinched and. let me in, she was right one can’t forget that first time…

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Acutely so

Cold and wet my bones are set at angles I don’t recognise, a spiders web of ice hangs from my eyes and I can’t feel my toes. Goodness knows but I do not. Anyhow it’s Friday now and beezer, a teaser for the weekend rite. Umbrellas and a boys night out the winning combination. Still…

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Outlaws at the Inn

Propping up some Temple bar dropping coins for one more jar and pennies never take you far away from home. Down to Charing where the witches cross their hearts and hope to die before the Devil starts a war. I’m dying for another drink trying hard but then I think I’ll miss the boat and get…

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Justice

I’ve caressed many a handcuff just resisting arrest stuff, but I was chained anyway on the day that we met, under her guard now and how much I love it, wow why did it take so long?…

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On holiday

it’s the way that you do things and the faces you make and your words that play music that keeps me awake. how long the night seems when I have only the dreams here for company…

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Noughts and Crosses

She came at me, notwithstanding our chemistry with a battering ram to take down the man, her shakedown in my hometown incredible? attractively so, but I did fight you know and I didn’t exactly choose to lose but these things are sent to try us. She still comes at me adding a touch of insanity…

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Scenic routes

It’s always when you don’t expect or least suspect you’ll find the one and then connect with him or her I only think that’s fair we all know what it’s like to be alone, one on our own, but it’s true you’ll find the one for you and the one for you will find you…

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