Trombones

When we straighten out the kinks give up the high jinks and the japes, the capers that we catered to who do we become? Stiff collared stuffed shirts or ladies in their bolstered skirts? peasants as pleasant as they may be are not the people I want for me. I like the middle of the…

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Lightly scrambled

Here at ground level there are several challenges the least not being living which is a dying art I lived with Crusoe or was it Caruso? they both sang when the morning came idling along. That was a story of which I was a part of which was a part of my living that I’m…

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Childproof tops

Tea time which means beans on toast, the most beans I ever got was thirty six I was going to save them in an album but mum said NO. So I ate them one by one until all the beans all thirty six were gone and then I burped (actually it was a fart) I…

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Starting point

Breakfast, a bowl of muesli usually good for wildfowl and old goats apparently. Not my business actually, a fry up a large cup of tea does it for me every time…

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Bad breeding

It’s always just when you think… you find we’re all on the edge the country’s gone stupid banks all on the brink madness, a bit like the monster but not mad nor in Scotland. Bury your head in the Rand in the Yen or the Dollar swallow their lies and when you’ve heard it all…

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Crash

It’s funny how tragedy attracts me not funny haha but funny bizarre the weird cases distraught faces distract me and this affects me, perversely I seem to thrive on human misery and strive for the ultimate (dystrophy) It’s a burden carrying a hard on for the big one, Armageddon but when the World goes tilt…

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Lost and found

in the summer house by the lily pond on a winters night I am very fond of a light red deer that comes nosing near when I am there, it’s the tranquil light and serenity that finds me in this frame of mind behind the old oak tree watching me is red deer’s mum I…

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The list

Love talk on the telephone seeya later when you’re home and bring some wine some chocolate please a pound of sausages grated cheese don’t forget the garden peas magazines a tin of beans a large tub of that chocolate spread you know you like it, then come to bed oh sweet love talk on the…

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Sandbach services

Do not wait to rage against don’t sit upon the fence and parry looks write down your statements of intent and in those books that we have sent we’ll bury them with words. I Parliament? bent as a nine bob note who the fuck was it that gave them the vote? Don’t wait to storm…

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Mark two

There is always one more dream, a span that levitates love in the man and from the very start you knew that dream could be, and looking up from down inside to watch the ship sail on the tide your eyes wide open but I knew they would be, if the sea’s an ocean you’re…

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Trail hand

I keep company and sit with the empty shells and yet the clam pit’s full, perhaps there was a cull on clams. I claim my free prize, I see potatoes with the eyes that don’t see me oh goodie, goodie, chips for tea. We’re either in it for the money or the fame and altruism’s…

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Vulcan

I watch the eruption sure that she’s a volatile volcano…

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Leather bindings

..and when she blows me a kiss she know that I’ll miss her. the abyss or the abbey both thoughts that can grab me in the laboratory they shackle me stab me with needles inject me with poisons until later when she’s waiting for the bus and everything stops the heart beats, goes fast and…

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Leaving

Down through the shadowy alleyways passing half drunken doorways always looking for light, If the day ever comes when the night’s at my back and the Sun’s far ahead and the wind doesn’t whistle it plays a guitar or the cats on the doorsteps allow me to pet them then I’ll know that I’m home…

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Terminals

I fall for you but then I don’t want to call you but I won’t how contrary can I be? it’s six of one and one for all and still I want to fall but don’t. and so I stay in the frying pan warm on the fire a starling wasting time perching on the…

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Pillow fights

We have time to talk of time the time being the time now and how it traps us in its hours to overpower and eventually humiliate ‘ the constant clock’ the look of shock when upon, we realising that time has gone that we must too. Minutes that glue my eyes awake seconds that take…

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Lifechimes

..and now it’s grey, cloudy, a bit rowdy out there but Saturday night so it’s alright Music on the seventeenth floor, Max Bygraves? what they playing that for? Some old geezer home from the boozer sat in the lift haha he thinks it’s his armchair and just asked me to switch the telly on he’s…

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Slow beats

I hear you breathing softly under the sheets when you’re next to me I hear your sighs so lightly when you’re dreaming in your sleep and when I run my fingers through the dreams in which you keep my heart still beating hotly and I thought I was asleep how can it be that you…

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The seventh perpendicular

In the mortuary where death is quite acceptable but not compulsory I resist the urge to abrogate responsibility and learn my lines. There are times to breathe and not believe and times that both are true as a rule I choose one of the two, the hand of fate would make a date but trust…

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