5 strings to a theory

Day becomes night and in the lamplight I write until my eyelids are drooping, but it’s a carefully managed addiction perfectly suited to a man who’s seen action and prefers now to take it a bit slow. The heart beats a bit faster every time that I master a rhyme it’s a pity that time…

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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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A tourniquet for tomorrow

Wit is and then it’s not but I have coffee when she looks at me like that and when her looks look like they’ll knock me flat there’s always that to fall back upon. The night has gone because all nights do and ghosts are laid to rest as the daylight floods into my eyes…

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Exorcism

Now it gets exciting someone turned out the light and let the night in and it’s backs to the wall as the shadows fall from the rafters. You must be fuckin’ insane if you drop in again out of choice but there’s a voice in my brain saying, what’s wrong with insane because we’re all…

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Indian inkwells

Last night I fantasised that I was swallowed by your eyes, a dream it seems but oh how real to almost feel you feeding on me. Tell me who does not dream and I’ll show you an empty tomb. flesh and blood I am. And then I wake and have to shake my head set free…

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Butchers

She convinces me and the night slips into bed with me. The warrior worries that he hurries too much perhaps that’s a touch, touch too far. We are heads on the block and the guillotine’s stuck stock in the pot and no one gives a fuck, let them starve or eat cake how I ache…

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Resin in my eyes

Another night ends with the dawn and I made it to this side again, another ghost train ride through dreams disguised as memory are consigned as these things are to history, but nothing’s simple, is it? I paddle in these streams of conscious thought splashing wildly as night so kindly falls away. Friday, time to…

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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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