The reader

  Catch me quickly I think.   If I fell who could tell would I not look the same?   But the pen is a sabre that cuts as I labour to etch in the lines.   My lips turning blue as I suck on the nib sucking life out of you, who else but…

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Night bus to Harlem

Traps set to trap us the trappings we all think we need and while the sand’s running out we’re all off out looking for more traps to trap us. I retreat back into the shell let the sea swallow me no one could tell I was here at all. Naked came I and naked I’ll…

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Being awake

no great shakes I’ve been awake before but I slept for almost an ever which is two points adrift of a forever. There are forty two cracks in the ceiling not counting the ones I’m unsure of, sometimes there are shadows like lovers in the back rows of cinemas from long ago, mainly memories. but another…

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