The new lamp

    London’s new mausoleum. oops I meant new museum, boasted of in advertising to get you interested in having a look in at old dead things!   similar really to a mausoleum but definitely a museum.   do not mistake me for one of the exhibits I’ll only be visiting,…

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Working it out ( draft copy )

    Where do you start to draw the line between the past and the present because it seems to me that they are one and the same, okay, that’s a leap but keep this in mind, the past is what has given us the details to put on the present’s blank page which we…

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High rise hot

  To capture the scents of wild meadows, intense  exhilarating I’m still waiting for the wind to blow chimes for the arrival of Summer. But when I was knee high to a grasshopper and the ears of corn heard my laughter it was always sunshine…

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Changeable

searching for my Souwester, long Johns and a string vest, a dab of Vicks and in forty licks I’m out in the rain…

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Shining

Daylight rustles through the leaves of thinning night, I busy myself with morning thoughts, like coffee and toast and what colour shorts shall I wear…

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More than doodles

Nothing is impossible it may be impracticable, but possible and it probably is. Beyond squared ten is when it becomes incredible. She showed me the nth degree which made me very happy…

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Mixed blessings

For all those daybreaks I have wasted all the mornings left untested and the times that I was bested by the demons deep within, which have brought me to the here and now I think I’m somewhat thankful but the jury’s out on that…

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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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