The edge of evening

Feelings that flow out in words that I know making sense of the nonsense around me. Poetry surrounds me preserves me and like a dry stone walling stops me from falling off the end of the world. Curled up in the bed I could be catlike and that like I like…

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Under pressure

The jet stream someone and their idea of a wet dream. I’m going Awol taking a bottle and finding a grassy knoll not looking at Dallas although Dulles is looking for me. Even in hindsight my eyesight is not right. I tried catching rainbows shows to me that I might be going crazy instead of…

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One more

It can’t be but I see it can, Monday is here the weekend’s down the pan. steady, steady I will rise in time and get ready, oh seriously! she nudges me at 04:33 coffee?…

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Portholes

I saw torment behind two eyes in the face of my reflection and for a moment I was surprised that these eyes looked inwards on me. then it dawned we are the shores that race down to the sea we are the oceans that we long to be we just have to look and the…

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West End true tales

Lots and lots of cops at Tottenham Court Road underground late yesterday evening and not undercover as one might think, and a sniffer dog or two, were they looking for you? well, they were nicking this one and nicking that one but happily never picked on me, drug free, see. it looks like they found…

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Off the coral cay

Off the cays We got no life, what! no life? we got no life at all. We’re rollin’ zoots for the suits and the suits suit themselves. Half-starved and yet we’re dragging our feet almost as if we’ve got meat on our bones, but bones is what we have come too, I’ve seen you out…

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Last train to Hades

I was trying to have a lie in or should that be lay in? anyhow just saying that’s what I wanted to do. The wind shook me awake. (for Christ’s sake,) is nothing sacred? No one is going to thank me for being grumpy and cranky so I’m having a coffee to settle my nerves…

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Another day in the dungeon

Can you ‘adam and eve it’ because I can’t I just don’t believe it, yes Saturday has bit the dust I am fit to bust and choked with tears. all these flamin’ years and Saturday can’t stay a little longer…

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Take what we get

Something’s developing in the darkroom, a flash, inspiration, night, trepidation. Moving with the nitrate well silvered hair at any rate but beggars can’t be choosers…

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Finding your way out of thoughts when you’re lost in them.

Sometimes I walk with a lantern to light up the darkness within, sometimes. But too often am I troubled, too often am I torn, the boy inside me sits and sees me chewing on an ear of corn and from the day that I was born thoughts have followed me, made hollows in my bones…

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Tributaries

If it’s never ever forever ever we’ll never ever know how far forever is, ever. When I was a child I thought forever was as long as the bars on the cot, but it wasn’t and it’s not. Older by some years thinking forever are the tears that flow forever is when the time goes…

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Coolin’

You think someone’s coming to save you but I know that someone’s been and gone I watched her shake her head in disgust because you wouldn’t dance to her song. The graveyard’s full of believers keeping the strawberries ruby red light and the church is full up with sinners who are destined to walk with…

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Reels

I want to blame it on James Dean, but I don’t suppose he meant to flit through so fast. The cast list grows and blows kisses at the crowd, thinking aloud, I could be there, share in the limelight and wouldn’t that be peachy with Bogart to teach me to reach deeper. Old movies move…

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Leap year

It’s here when the day is yet to wake up when you’re patting your hair down with cold tea from yesterday from a cracked cup you bought in a Chelsea flea market, yes it’s here and you feel the world turning about you and you turn about face because the mirror is the one thing…

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This

Gmail sent me an Email. I thought it would, one can’t escape the grid. If I could find the origin of infinity and wrap its sleek lines about me I could be free. She tells me to go to sleep I keep her guessing…

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Freeform

Do not pull the ripcord or they’ll put you on the psych ward and you’ll think you’re in a sideshow with Geronimo and Buffalo Bill. Do not take the red pill it gives you indigestion, question everything they do and do not pull the ripcord…

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China teapot

Broken but under repair and one day when I’m fixed I will shy away from those old tricks which got me here, almost there just a few more tucks not that anyone gives a flying circus about me…

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A lack of magic

Spinning around and saying Friday three times in the mirror does not work, it’s still Wednesday and it’s a long way to Friday if you have to go the long way there,…

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Confession #56

My life is shit, he said, but not so shit that he couldn’t see how shit it was not compared with those who had got fuck all. I’ll stop swearing I swear (another promise broken) Guilty of feeling hard done by, I try not to feel that way…

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Chance

Tonight I might win the lottery and wouldn’t that be rhyming poetry? I’m not holding my breath when every ball drawn is a bit more than the death of that dream. If I don’t win I shall dive into the eyes of the woman I love and swim until I am tired…

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