Picking at peas

I don’t know about Monsanto, but they do grow things in an awkward style or maybe it’s just the farmers and tractors that attract me. Maybe I’m not modified though God knows I have tried perhaps it’s the rut that I’m in. sex always creeps in, I still don’t know about Monsanto…

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Going on

Sooner or later, why wait a moment longer? time is short, and yet we’re caught between the sleep and the dream. Tired of trying, but too much life to start dying and so sooner or later…

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Interval

It sort of comes over me and she loses control of me, auto? well, that’s how it ought to be, but I know what she’d do to me if it didn’t come over me. Love and generosity reciprocity, it’s all about the sharing of things that bring us closer together…

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Foxholes

Do not disturb the shadows where the days lay tired sleeping or walk on hot coals through your memories where the dead are keeping watch. There was something in the, something in the, something, but I now forget, regret? well it rhymes and there were some times, some times, but I forgot again. It’s just…

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Casting

What do you want from me? someone shouts, poetry and just supposing I had some prose in me would that count? someone shouts, Next…

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Cats cradle

Images and Icons, get your Nikes on we’re going for a run. something Icarus or precarious about squinting at the Sun, shades required. He’s still there at Trafalgar Square, pound coins in his hat and pigeon shit in his hair, not, going anywhere so why should I care? Some try to tell me, I don’t…

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January the sixty second

It’s a symphony, the pit a pat that’s raining in on me and the silence is an awful blow when I close the bedroom window. The Winter melody makes the melancholy tuneful and she said, ‘…just a spoonful..’ but the sugar never was as sweet as being out there on the street in the rain…

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Washing machines

I am next to nowhere now and somehow it feels quite right, there’s nothing like being savaged or being the salvage of the night. I was the last option, the take it or leave it, she left it and me lonely. But I woke into the sunlight of a novel I was reading which ended…

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Defragging at Dunbar

Patent pending for toxic waste please send in the men in white suits. Homogeny written in the rock of ages and yet we turn the pages looking for cartoons. There will be blame, but on who will it fall? what the past has taught me is the guilty go scot free and now I wait…

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Due process

somewhere in time, maybe space too we’ll find out if what we were taught was true, don’t know about you, but seriously that incestuous whining of space doing time in is bending the boundary of belief. It’s a race, this thing with time and space, the great universal pissing contest. I am not in awe…

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Tuesday in Torino

It broke and with it me, things do and then we mend if time kneels before the needy and if the clock turns slowly on the hour otherwise we stay broken, insights into the faraway looks that stay as scars fade and beds made to be undressed in hot flushes everything rushes by so fast…

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Acting the goat

…and what about the coming of age when the whole wide world is one huge stage only to find you’re a bit part player, say! a fellow I know just got on with the show what would you do?…

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Psychorelic

Here I am not ‘three men in a boat’ but three men in one man, him and I and me fit in very comfortably not so innuendo no deity just me and I with him inside my skin. Be as it may odd ideas will have their day ask him, he knows me and I…

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X

Who counts the votes if the votes count? vote no veto. interesting or maybe not it all depends on how many votes you got or maybe not…

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Whistling Dixie again

Earmarked for days full of strife and nights in the park. I never saw Poverty Rules OK! but I heard the book was a best seller and when I tell her that she’ll kill me. We’re given enough rope and not the scope to utilise it…

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Colorado beetles

You’re reading this post which I think is my post the dog sees a lamppost and cocks his leg. My eyes on stalks as someone walks across the sky and a star is born in Birmingham, Bethlehem being full. Synchronising pulling my eyes in meshing the gears, fooling the years into thinking they’re days. The…

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Posterity is not what it used to be

when the rapture is captured on camera and the end of days ends in a fight when the sun doesn’t rise to light up the skies and Facebook for all of its lies is the only disguise we have left we will have left what became in the avenues of fame in the fortune teller’s…

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Ironing out the kinks

The mirror missed me, kissed me as I came home; Narcissus never misses us, but us being me the mirror kisses who misses who the most?…

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Out of the sun

When I want to get away from it all I just fade into my shadow on the garden wall and hang there, breathing deep as if I belong there. The ivy creeps up and grows on me. the breeze blows on me cooling me fooling me into thinking I can stay like this forever…

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