The visitors

    Looking at lilacs as the hour of midnight comes near and like my poetry, unclear, but I write,   And on the podium where opium is a pipe dream I lean into the light that I see.   Me! screamed someone I knew and it was me.   Always damn daffodils always them…

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Captive

Held against my will on a tube train stuck at Tower Hill ( it’s actually West Ham ) waiting for a signal, but I always am. Phone TFL.Gov love says the lady next to me calls are not free says I. There’s a limit to the limitless, that which they don’t want you to know…

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The toffee tree

It’s the end of the days light just before the night drops in when you can hear a pin fall and the cats call that I like the most, that’s if you’re interested at all. And it’s the same in the morning when dawn creeps along with the shadows which makes my spine tingle that…

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