My very own Vietnam

‘hell no, we won’t go’ that was part of a protest song and stealing the words of it seems so wrong, but fuk it, it reads well…

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Cooking oil

On the road the tarmac bubbles just like a load of baking soda, a little observation made while I sit here and drink a glass of sparkling water, it should be lemonade but I forgot to buy some…

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Sunday night somewhere

We’re going to reach that point where all things odd become my equal when the powers that watch over us will demand of us a sequel and the roller blinds will come down as sure as the sun sets a mill town where education comes a poor second and the water’s still brown because the…

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Summer fetes

Sunlight only shows up the streaks in the dust and she throws that up in my face, ‘why don’t you clean up?, ‘clean up or clear out’ I really hate the Sun. But I must learn to shut up and shut out the chatter and plan where I’ll scatter the ashes. Love’s quite peculiar more than…

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Rag and bone man

There is an ocean in this scrapyard that is laughingly called me and I’m wading through this fractured hulk somewhere all at sea, but even junkyards have their uses though they’re difficult to find, I have lots of time to waste and really, no really I don’t mind. A souvenir shop by a cafe who would place…

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Made in Britain, probably.

‘I want that one’, said someone and no one replied, ‘you’ll get what you’re given’ and someone’s hands were tied. I dream of high wire walking across Niagara falls. I fell and wouldn’t you know the water far below swallowed me and so a Jonah I shall be ‘but you’re a Romany’, said Heather, who…

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Fertile plains

It was midnight and then it was gone and Sunday looked in on the baptist called John. Come Salome and show me the veils piece together for me a map of the males you have danced for. Incantations tell of the spells she had cast. I passed her by a sad old has been queen…

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Soap bubbles

I know that it is time to go and do that thing I always wanted to but there’s a little thing called motivation and I’m not motivated so if I waited for the bells to ring the prayers answered the choir to sing I think I’d wait forever. whatever! The only girl that gets me…

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The lucky dip

Ancestry is what moves us into the future and is also a part of our present existence and history, at times it mocks me, but usually unlocks me and allows me into a past which then allows me to see my ancestry. If not for them what should I be? still crawling out from an ancient sea…

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Striking chords

There is no one sound associated with life and what we have to give. Yes and yet silence exists, we look for and find tranquillity in an ordered mind. Some build the wall and though perception is all they block it out, some are so certain that they draw a curtain blocking sound out. I tiptoe…

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Sun on Sunday

The power of a good prayer works wonders a bit like Double Diamond but it doesn’t get you drunk. My memory foam mattress remembers me when I was a stallion, I’m glad because I don’t. Prayer won’t help me there. So here I am and where might that be? you may well ask. I suppose…

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Thoughts with a coffee

‘Add to your story’ the gory details in detail, what you have done when did you fail who did you love every detail. I don’t think Facebook has enough pages for that…

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Reboot

I once sharpened my wits and the little bastards cut me to bits and that’s why now I’m so blunt…

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Writing the picture

I saw myself from a distance drowning in reflections in a playground with my best friends on a see-saw on my own. I waded through the ripples and found a girl I used to know but I don’t think she remembered me just the way that some things go. I could photoshop some memories but…

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A little bit of Sunday

Time goes and we know it’s just the alibi it needs as it slowly feeds upon the passing years which allays our fears because we know that eating is quite natural. As my spirits rise when hearing this the spirits in the bottle disappear and yes I’m on the ‘piss’ keeling over going under but…

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Group hugs

One gets fixated on until the next thing comes along and then one gets fixated on something again. I suppose some sort of balance comes when one can balance up the sums of one’s existence. The existential being is one that I’m not seeing although there’s something of the spiritual residual. If in the letting…

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Isosceles on guitar

It’s that day again punch in the data to pray again and hope for a better result. To consult with the mystics or to read hieroglyphics? Making turmeric tea, is there something of India in me? or do I just like making turmeric tea? Seven in the forenoon and it’s soon going to be eight,…

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Here’s a quickie

Blundering into Sunday and wondering why so early? And yet life is ablaze with the light of these days so I rise. There’s sleep in my eyes I should have left that in bed but I never, washing my face instead does the trick. Picking out socks thinking how my life rocks, if Mother could…

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Going somewhere

A spotlight on this night and not because it’s a Sunday, it could be a Tuesday but then I’d have to say, a spotlight on that night and not this night which would bugger the poem up and then where would I be? You see? good. but by now I’ve forgotten where this should be…

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