Under new management

This is the age of enlightenmentthe tighten your belt and sleepwell in your tentage,these are the new city bluesthe drugs we abusethe people we usethe drinks that confusethe fights only bruise usbutsomeone will paint usand we’ll hang in a gallerycondemned by the judiciaryis everyone getting me?…

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At the edge of a Sun

I see Jesus with Johnat St Joseph’sand the Dalai playingdubstep for freeand then Hail Mary comes inwith a flagon of ginshouting let the baptism begin, Thomas is still stuck in Epping withAndrew who’s such a dead lossJudas as drunk as a Cistercian monkmakes the other two get very cross, And I praybut never on Sundaythere…

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Tutleys

Everyone leaves the tea leaves and they are what I read,I can see what’s up at the bottom of the cup and can seewhat is going down. Butnow they have those teabagsthe future looks unsureno one books me for readingand I’m becoming poor. never saw that coming…

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The ghosts in my head

I can’t for the life of me rememberif I dream in colour or in black and white. I can recall the shawl she worethat August night as we held handsand walked among the kelp that wasflung upon the shore by the tide thatwaits for no man, she never waited for mebecauseI went off to sea…

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