Out there

Odd how the darkness settles on me so lightly that sometimes I don’t even know if it’s there, morning sunlight makes up for the evening of the night before, but some shadows still lure me into corners, who’ll cure me or them of this? She clung so tight to me frighten me? no, I thought…

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Once upon a platform high

The ghosts of all the phones I have ever owned will be my ‘Marley’s Chain’ All of this and that you see this social circle parody is taking your eyes from the surprise that’s coming, Jesus running free across mugshot memes like Snapchat Freddie where everything leans to the left, don’t forget to look right…

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Diary entry 84b

I woke up and that’s a decider to get out of bed ( adding a rider) only if the sun is shining. The dream if it was the dream came to me garbled as usual. And I lay here still hearing them, the ghosts of dreams come dressed as men I don’t fear them only…

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Gentrifaction

All those builders building pissholes in the sand and marketing them as a wonderfukinland and the loopies acting like this band of brigands deserve groupies are getting off on the barely dry cement. well screw me tight to a wooden wall because now I have heard it all when they’re asking half a mill’ leasehold…

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Shopping trolleys

The destitute, the prostitute the homeless and the junkie, the word irresolute comes to mind when I can’t find any other and they’re sat huddled together toughing out the bitter cold weather, it’s a fact of life that life for some is no life at all. One act of kindness doesn’t make a bible, it…

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Fir enough

They never cared about me there were no politicians atop my Christmas tree because I couldn’t afford one, score one for them, but then again I never cared either. Now they want to hold my hand and take me down to vote, they can kiss my, but an oath gets stuck in my throat and…

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21st century faux

Some are still washed up some have dried out, some are still on the happy juice Some have sadly died out I place no blame no one to shame it is as it has always been. It could be better, of this I am sure, we could educate the rich to help out the poor…

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Needs must..

Blasted wind and blasted rain, oh look the old man’s cussing again, luckily she looks out for me and gets me, Long Johns, I always wanted to be a pirate but wanting to keep my privates warm comes first. It’ll be Spring soon all I have to do is close my eyes and wish upon…

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Perspective

You may think you’re just a ripple in the ocean, but to the phytoplankton you are a tidal wave…

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..and then there is this

What about life? Well I can tell you I’m not doing it again. Perhaps though we will return in that reincarnation thing and if we do what happens to the Fat lady, will she ever get to sing?…

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Engine burn

Imagine for a minute a hot bath and you’re in it, soaking away the aches of the day and when you slowly open your eyes you come to realise you’re still stuck in a traffic jam somewhere south of Birmingham…

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Today

Thursday being that day before Friday when we all get to play out or act out is not a bad day at all, so a big shout out to the friends of Thursday,…

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Hard truths

Draw the house that you wanted to live in and the people you needed for loving and the clock, but draw it not working. I really wanted to etch a sketch my future…

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Looking for a golden star

When I fail ( because we all do ) will you be there? ( because you always have been ) never to see you and forever to be the one who is in your debt and yet you are in everything I do, and I wonder if Amen is gender-fluid…

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Curved

I used to say, me and God, but God says, it’s God and I, I guess that’s because God’s a God and me, well I’m just small fry…

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When

If I have to go I wanna go quick I don’t wanna linger don’t wanna be sick and I don’t want any weeping or wailing I just wanna go sailing off into that limitless imagination…

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Toughing it out

There is quietness breeding out there, silence multiplies in the cold air, each frosted breath brings death to sound and footsteps gliding over icy ground make no noise. It’s a killer night, make no mistake, loneliness takes no prisoners…

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Last rites

We live in the moment sputniks and soylent Bikini and Cuba the Bermuda triangle and we’re all looking for that angle that Isosceles patented. The bell rings and we quicken our pace sit and say, Grace, eat what we’re given be thankful we’re living in the moment. And I’ve had more moments that I’d sooner…

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Sunday should be held in Sarawak

I see things like poetry and irony in equal measure, each a treasure store and though I can’t explore it all I nibble around the edges like a hungry minnow in a hurry to grow up. Poverty! gets me going on a rant the greed of those who can’t see the hardships, like the political…

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