Checkpoint Charlie

..and they’re everywhere poking, prying, spying on your doings. We need to get shot of the lot of them, turf them out, but there’s too many of ‘Smiley’s people’ about, they’ll get you in the end…

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Mexicoan

They’re trying to sell me a sombrero when it’s pissing it down with rain, Jeez, not that old, old hat again. I buy it anyway and put it away for a sunny day…

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Strokes

Chasms are often tired, I’ve seen them yawning, dawn in the desert and the sun already baking. me, faking out a living. Tarantulas doing the tarantella me, under the sun umbrella watching the oasis dry…

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Northwesterly

There’s a change to the wind blowing in and I am still dithering, do I go with the flow and let go or carry on fighting, do I let the night win in spite of everything or wait until morning?…

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Shot

There is only me and this shadow that walks on the wall…

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