The night train

of thoughts, but then you reminded me of all those things that had blinded me when all that I find to see is you. Memory is trickery, a bit ‘hickory dickery’ when the clock is against me. If age is the slipstream then the jet age was my dream, but I woke, flamed out and…

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Burial at Pompeii

When they kill you for a ten dollar bill will you ask for a receipt? Along parquet floors in stilettos through doors into rooms like the last room before. What changes a day makes to the dark left behind us when the night cannot find us. But they’re all ghosts in grey all passing one…

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Tiling

Saturday night was left right there in a ribbon tied up at the very top stair and Sunday, it’s gone! what’s going on? perhaps the ‘Borrowers’ have tomorrow as a special kind of day, but it’s only a Sunday, that’s what I have to say…

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Jumble sale.

It was blue and I knew it could not be a sea and the waves that I saw were not people waving to me I drowned in it anyway. Seeing things in colour when the colour’s not there and it’s all in the mind which is slightly unfair, but definitely blue and no plastic bags…

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