Standard release

Sometimes when the echo seems to go in reverse I wonder if my hearing’s getting worse or if I’m going mad, a bit sad when that’s all I have to think about and thinking about that, does that makes the madness madder? I dream of her again, she is there again and I’m struck dumb…

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Stutter

I can see how she turns you on even in dreams when the evening’s long gone, I can see how she turns you on. She, looks like the looks you would give begging for mercy with one night to live, She looks like the looks you would give…

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Drifts aimlessly

time to sit and stew to think of everything but mostly you and me, make some tea leave it to brew sit and stew think of you and find the tea’s gone cold. Correct me if I’m wrong but nothing matters except matter, without matter we would be scattered to become untied and unlit atoms…

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Suspicious male

It could go either way on any other day, but today’s the day it goes that way, I’ve been that way and this way could have been another way on any other day. but I’m missing her, the one I share things with, the one who gives me the reasons to live. The sun comes…

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Phantoms

A dark rum and coke and cigarette smoke, she jokes, you’ll be the death of me…

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Oh yes

Connecting with replying to, watching as the day goes.. ..you watch too. It’s a game we play and I know you know it makes the world a better place, for us at least…

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The incision

When they’re all standing around me watching me leave them saying how much they loved me I wonder will I believe them? At death’s door because there’s always a door and that’s what we’re here for, to explore, nothing more…

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A fortune awaits

The travel back there to get home and to share the afternoon with my lady. It was a hard day a bread and dripping or a lard day but days like this come and go it won’t be remembered, but the afternoon will and the evening spent under the light of the moon will because…

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The sweep hand

Why is it taking so long what has time done and is anything wrong? Relative, they say and time stands still like when I look at you and your eyes, stunned, I am mesmerised. I think that’s the fixed point in space somewhere between now and your face. and no one needs to tell the…

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Last night

I got lost in the best of it you reminded me about the rest of it and now it’s Sunday morning…

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Twenty four carat

Just then before the last morning broke when we spoke of important things, eyes still glued by restless sleep I keep these memories deep inside…

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Unfinishing a song

I never thought the stories true I could only read what was in you and you wrote life so slow and so very easy,……

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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 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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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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Lost decades

Can anyone tell me what it means when you have dreams within your dreams and the dreams are of dreaming dreams. I am stuck so it seems in the cycle of dreams within dreams trying to hang on to the seams of my life. Who knows how the story goes and how does it end?…

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What moves the mountain

Do you unwrap all your misery in front of me, and is that a dig at me? I can dig it. to live with you got to go with and give too. I can peel off what I feel like and that’s a neat trick. But I wrap up in a duvet on a blue…

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Why, not work

It’s Friday so could we start early and should we or would we feel guilty? four thirty and hardly the time to get flirty. it’s raining and windy it would be it’s Friday one more conspiracy to add to the list…

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