Portholes

I saw torment behind two eyes in the face of my reflection and for a moment I was surprised that these eyes looked inwards on me. then it dawned we are the shores that race down to the sea we are the oceans that we long to be we just have to look and the…

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West End true tales

Lots and lots of cops at Tottenham Court Road underground late yesterday evening and not undercover as one might think, and a sniffer dog or two, were they looking for you? well, they were nicking this one and nicking that one but happily never picked on me, drug free, see. it looks like they found…

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Off the coral cay

Off the cays We got no life, what! no life? we got no life at all. We’re rollin’ zoots for the suits and the suits suit themselves. Half-starved and yet we’re dragging our feet almost as if we’ve got meat on our bones, but bones is what we have come too, I’ve seen you out…

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Last train to Hades

I was trying to have a lie in or should that be lay in? anyhow just saying that’s what I wanted to do. The wind shook me awake. (for Christ’s sake,) is nothing sacred? No one is going to thank me for being grumpy and cranky so I’m having a coffee to settle my nerves…

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