Braced

    We sew rainbows on peacocks and then call them hens which is good for the writers, pen makers, the papers and not too bad for the peacocks either.     I’d rather be a father to the atoms in an atom bomb.   This is the age when age is everything and everything’s…

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Moonwalk

  Aye they’ll tell you owt then sell you out and you’ll not know nowt about it…

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Cartwheels

    She turns her eyes I vaporise and realise everyone dies in the end.   I tend to carp and criticise it hurts I see that in her eyes I vaporise.   I die in my lines and bring death to the rhymes, at times it hurts even more than the eyes I adore,  …

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Slap me I’m screaming

    When you wake and think it’s Monday night, then you look again, it’s getting lighter, it seems that dream was just a noose that’s twisting tighter around your neck.   She gives me a peck, is this what I have become? a crumb for her to nibble on.   I persevere shower and…

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