Night train

The parallel lines converge at the place where I close my eyes, sleep denies me a look at infinity and changes it into a dream. I am looking beyond where beyond has a border going further than how far to go, I don’t know just how far that may be maybe as far as infinity…

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Pigeon posters

In the big cities birds don’t sing anymore, they sit in the parks waiting for handouts beaks in the papers reading the football scores, clever little chirrups or should that be cherubs? Cats cannot be arsed with them kids leave them alone they’re profligate if that’s the word and better on their own, maybe profligate…

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Surfacing

Most times when I wake there’s an idea taking shape, a poem in the offing, today there is nothing. but hey I can write about anything, that’s something I know about, and anyway nothing never worried me except for my epic failure back in nineteen eighty-three and I think she’s forgiven me by now. So…

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