Stray bullets

But it’s not about me or the things that I do or who I used to be, it’s all about you. Change is the inevitable alteration to the fabric of a charlatan, nor spots a fake do leopards make and that makes sense to some. But it’s all about the gaze the lazy smile the…

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The deep

Times I have lent, borrowed and spent are all bent around an old man’s little finger. I linger on long, long after the audience has gone, reviewing the past until at last I am satisfied. Wide of the mark I may have been in the city of fallen though I have seen the future and…

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Kissing in public

My word which by the way is shaken unstirred is my bond. Although I am fond of shooting my mouth off I always defer to her. If not there’s not a lot I can be or can do and she says, ‘who are you kidding kiddo’ I have some kudos in there and she is…

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Boys

We could have flipped a coin for it or see who could spit on an ant for it, but we fought for it and no one wins in an unfair fight, she was right we were just being stupid, ha and Cupid is so bright? I was never sure what ‘it’ was. but probably or…

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In the night when it’s quiet

It’s a good job you couldn’t interrogate my dreams, but I can tell you now that they were all about you, they were glued to the back of my eyes every night, every sight of you, smell and how I tasted you and you weren’t allowed to tell me to stop because in my dreams…

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Perfecting the sad song

So long again so sad it’s done so sorry that it all went wrong, we had such fun but now it’s gone. I’m on my own again. Another town another place, all I see is your smiling face, we had such fun so what went wrong I’m on my own again. And I know now…

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Reel to reel

Live each dream if dream it be, breathe, imagine that it’s me who’s dreaming you, breathe. Who touches filament so fine who tastes your uncorked wine who, until the end of time dream and let your dream be mine. A wise man waits, a wise man states what’s obvious I dream oblivious to all but…

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The pairing

Shadows run ahead of us see how they hop and skip to balance on the edge of time, I fear that they will trip. Then the day grows dull and shadows pull their coats a little tighter, the fighter in me wants to stay but the shadows fade then fade away. The evening of my…

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Senses

Confined in her face there is the agelessness of grace. And entwined in her lips the heady scent of her perfume grips me…

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