The missing link

  Blind Pew ran aground on a sandbank and gave thanks to the Lord, saying,  salvation was my destination and it looks like I’ve finally arrived and what was Blind Pew doing in a canoe? Falling’s exciting an adventure to delight in until you reach your stop. Piracy like poetry can be random and some…

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Formica top

    When you hear the ringtone, the dialling tone or any tone, put down the phone no one is at the other end there is no friend to chat too, you can’t get through to no one there.   As a very young man, I found that tying string to a tin can pulling…

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Flying backwards

  We think that it’s  about the dream until we wake And what makes us come awake Is the feeling we can’t take itSo we dream again It’s a failure which some would say does not exist to them I’d say you’ve missed the point I keep coming back to keep on track to find…

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The crumbling

..and we thought heaven sent went with the package, when all that we got was the wreckage. hardly surprising that the chip on our shoulder became bigger the older we got. Times may change but it still smells of stale sweat. We could give up this fighting, get some light in our lives, but what…

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Posing for pictures

What does it say about me? because it’s always about me isn’t it? unless it’s about you, sometimes it is and how true is that. Interference, static on the line holds the lien on my time and that’s no time at all. or maybe one day when the chains rust away we’ll be free to…

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40 Winks

Ear popping carriage hopping this tube seems like it’s never stopping at my stop. I’m tired and when tired I get cranky. My sight become focused and yet I cannot see, that’s what being cranky does and it does it to me. In the slow unwind there is or so I find a release of…

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What is real?

reality television comes a very poor second to the moment you’re living in and some live for that moment only to be rubbed out by the artificial lighting of virtual reality which is only virtually real. Illusionists are only good if you fall for the illusion most do leading me to ask again, what is…

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At the end of a day

Those inhibitions are likely to kill you and you’ll never know, will you? One in the eye and a Cyclops passed by, but pay him no heed you can have what you need you have only to let yourself go. Don’t ask me what this means, I only write it’s the ink that thinks for…

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What I don’t know

You know that they can take you all call you when they wanna call and yet you think you’re in control of things…

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A fortune awaits

The travel back there to get home and to share the afternoon with my lady. It was a hard day a bread and dripping or a lard day but days like this come and go it won’t be remembered, but the afternoon will and the evening spent under the light of the moon will because…

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Selfie stick

You, have got to be kidding me go back to ’83? not in my worst dreams ’83 is no longer in my vocabulary, I used to be a man about town gadding here and there, but I’ll spare you the details suffice to say, rails are not the things to go off, but I went…

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Media 4

Socially awkward some might say backward and not known to be forward at all, yet the fall and the rise of the sun in his eyes showed a picture of who he really was…

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Breezes

Taking me beside a becalmed sea on an afternoon estate, but I wait for the atoms to smash and the storms to arrive, I survive only in a half forgotten melody that mother used to sing to me. And yet these cartwheels I turn, turn me about to race the wind. Time travels slowly between…

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It’s all up for grabs

On sale to the highest bidder and glad to get rid. When you’re down on your uppers you won’t get up taking downers, leave the pills and take to the hills, they’re the safest bet. This day lasted forever Wednesday always does, but the sun goes down on London and the town will sleep. Lot…

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Talking out loud

Beating myself up and kicking myself when I’m down. I am done with doing it too many self-inflicted wounds, but I understand that some people love it when some people go under, I often wonder about them. Getting on with being John is a fight in itself, I don’t need spectators…

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Things that drop off

Minus two degrees in and freezing, so I’m jogging along like a crazy man trying to garner some heat. They say it’ll snow I don’t know if that’s true, but my hands are quite blue because I forgot to take gloves. If I don’t jog I shall shrivel away to become an outline in the…

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Loading, please wait

This is the second day a Wednesday and unlike the first day in every way. Work? I have yet to decide if I should join in or stay here and hide. But it’s twenty nineteen if I don’t stay in the scene I become part of the background. Think I’ll make me a coffee and…

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Shop soiled

I should get on with the busy ness thank my lucky stars and curse a bit less but fuk it I’ll put that thought where it belongs which is in the box marked, can’t tell right from wrongs. Some go a mile a minute join everything and think they’re in it I think they’re on…

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The saddle tramps

We used to be maverick quick on the draw and quicker on our feet, we were lone star taking it as far as we dared and not caring if anyone cared. what are we now? we’re in yesterday shoes reading yesterday news wondering who’s next. I won’t fall into the trap of thinking that’s that…

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Nineteen thirty

When you can’t quite give it a name but you know it’s the same old same and you’re used to playing the game so you go right ahead. and where is here? far away or near? you’re never as certain as you once were When she sings like Al Bowlly soulfully slowly I think I’m…

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