The overhang

Life’s just one big carnival and the clowns are in control, so the lunatics have left the building and the jugglers are filling in for them. But we’re all men aren’t we and we’ve seen it all before? just as things go tits up and so we hit the floor. I’m standing in for the acrobat…

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Sub-routine

Zone six which is out in the sticks a long way from citizen centre. Prisoners trapped behind prisoners trapped, hanging on to the straps that hang from the ceilings on trains to the city. This is Bermondsey calling Bermondsey calling, I am falling can’t stand it. This way to Thursday and the same day as…

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The execution of hope

There are inmates in outpatients and patients in side wards with ingrowing toenails, Doctors who mumble old people who stumble apple crumble at lunchtime a woodbine for the smoking room which doubles as a lead lined tomb for when the X-ray’s run wild. He has no compunction in diagnosing dysfunction I wonder who died and…

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