In the den

These are the dreams on plasticine and we can twist them and rip them, strip them to the bone and with two colours, two tones,we make our home in them, live them and love them like some men love mother because there’s no one quite like her and there won’t be another,and as each dawn…

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The cull

We won’t go out with a whimper but with the whisper of a bullet from the gun of a sniper hired to get you and we won’t have time to wonder why or who. and maybe, just maybethat’ll be the gravy on the puddingor the icing on the cake, it doesn’t take a geniusto know…

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Rollin’

..and only now somehow you would wonder where time has gone,how did it escape you and how can you go on?and the man on the street only wonders where’ his next meal’s coming from. On the clock between the tick before it goes tock there’s a rock and not the one of ages and for…

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