My window

Out there where the Sun breaks its fast when the light breaks out and the last shreds of the night go to sleep a seagull chases a bumble bee a blackbird looks at a money spider quizzically a lark sings in harmony with a sparrow, out there in the fledgling day shadows of people shortly…

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The 03:23

Open hostility and a siege mentality when oxymorons rule. Some minds will always play in other people’s hands. I’m breaking through the barriers of camera flash and Chelsea tractors but somewhere at the back of me the front line moves up steadily. I won’t sleep again this night that’s right I won’t sleep again this…

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Things

Why are the corridors curved? is it something to do with the space? am I strung out being wrung out on theories I don’t understand? do these hands of mine clasp in them the secrets of time? is that why these corridors are curved? I’m disturbed and can’t sleep, somewhere deep in my psyche someone or…

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Walking in the woods

We might as well be shearing sheep instead of sweating over things we want to change, but want to keep it’s in fukin sane and that’s like being in fukin London. the poet a complicated halfwit tails off into a distance that was never there and shares a memory, Paul, an old friend was diagnosed…

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Barrels over Niagara

The sisters from convents writing prayers on the pavements holding forth sacraments while we man the battlements but it’s every one for himself. This is Powder Keg town and we’re all getting down to the serious business of keeping our heads above water. A sort of transparency but you cannot see through me. Do we ever…

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Being awake

no great shakes I’ve been awake before but I slept for almost an ever which is two points adrift of a forever. There are forty two cracks in the ceiling not counting the ones I’m unsure of, sometimes there are shadows like lovers in the back rows of cinemas from long ago, mainly memories. but another…

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Mortality

I sleep it takes the ache away, for who’s to say when this will end?…

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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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