The learning curves

Jumping the gun, must learn to walk before I run, but fear makes a hell of a teacher. I try to make some time by tying the minutes I have left into a rhyme but it all comes undone, must learn to walk before I run. Females are such fabulous creatures they walk and they…

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Unshining the Sun

The echo of her name within my heart sustains me through the longest, loneliest, hardest part of the night when the silence crowding in on me creates more silence until I hear the echo, then I know that night will end as surely as the day will come when shadows run to catch the light…

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Blending into the furniture

…and no nearer to thee, from what I can see the future’s receding fast, the past’s just a trap that claps me in irons made from chains interlinked made to last. If the sun burns the sight from my gaze and the dew on the ground of the days of my days starts to evaporate,…

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The drop zone

I never relied on the eyes only cried on the shoulders of strangers and a heart only ever takes so much then it breaks and it all falls apart from one single… touch and it’s gone, that infinite omen that seeks its own fortune among the wreck of a nation. One minute to last us…

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The usual suspects

If I focus the lotus turns into a locust. I sit underneath the Miliband tree and wait for Ed Balls to fall upon me, and Cameron, what a love, handed me the dubious gift of YouGov, which to be sure has a tenuous link with that man of old ink in that its current CEO…

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The sedative

The piano plays a melody bitter sweet and plays for me. A testimony to a triumph where the battle almost lost was won and each key is a note I wrote to someone long ago. I am carried beyond the tuneful air beyond the place and into somewhere where the Angels care for me, such…

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The bow

I am pointed to a time and I don’t know where it will lead me, but I go, god speed me well, it’s not the Summer anymore. If I ever needed hope more than the hopelessness of not knowing, the time is now, the Summer passed and the cold winds start to blow. And the…

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The dancing of light

She pours into me with her eyes, a fire to light up the morning and sighs to bridge any gaps I might see, on the cliffs where we stand hand in hand, as our shadows take leave and play down below in the sand, I know without knowing that her breath leaves me glowing as…

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Amuse bouche

When this life flashes quickly across the lens of my eyes and all the truths that I’ve known, (…the chickens coming home) and the lies stripped away of my life in that day and I’m shown new horizons, with the lens of my eyes on the flash that always dies on the third stroke of…

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A party of politicians

I think they’ve all been interbred, the living dead fed on the drippings from a million pork scratchings turned into swine. I think about it all the time. The gene pool they’ve never dipped in, never stripped off on a whim for a swim, how can we trust them, they are brothers to more men…

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By degrees

‘Half past soon’, she said, which is about the same distance from breakfast time to the moon, she’s cryptic, I think it’s something they put in the lipstick, she has a garnishee order on me, I owe it to her to be there waiting in the square at half past soon…

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Invitation declined

amazing, how we’re being conned into accepting amazing, how we just sit there and bear it. Bullshit comes in many colours arseholes fuller than Tescos on a Saturday. Let’s play, bribe the sad bastards with anything day, there’s no one will say boo and to who? no goose, we ate it if it’s fate I…

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Ankle socks and bow ties

All we were is what we wore now and then way back when twenty score of memories….. come flooding in, shiny pin tacked in your hair, somewhere there. looking back and in again silver sun and shining rain….. ….on the rec’ with Shirley Stiles, a million smiles………….., never knew a kiss could be, a part…

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Out East

Dot to dot and colour me slow take me around one more time until you run out and then let me go. Paint me by numbers keep in the shade trade me a diamond for the envy of jade. If the ninety percent that we keep underneath is only kept there to hide what is…

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The picture framer

In a hologram illusion where the light distracts the viewer and the evening stars seemed duller when your eyes had finished feasting on the shallow beads of breath that dripped from bleeding sacrifices, and the pantograph had copied, replicated perfect clones of you, you felt the morning shatter in a hundred flakes of sunbeam and…

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The camp fire tales

It’s true, nothing tells you more about the state of things to come than the closing of another door, your face begins to show the mechanisms that used to work so long ago, your hands have had that tremble that your father used to know and that was also long ago. Each door that closes…

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The copper plate

A propelling pencil that stencils my outline out on the front line, Info, in for one more time. Whisked briskly away by the thought of tomorrow today and there’s no minutes can say that they knew me, if I knew them, in an hour who’s to say it was me that slew them, die for…

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Another incident

Our silverware sold off to china our crockery already there Politicians that float down the Yangtse pay homage inTiananmen square. I drink my tea in a cup from Formosa but that name was sold long ago, I have asked about Bombay and Persia, and nobody seems to know. Things are changing so fast I wonder…

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Senses

Confined in her face there is the agelessness of grace. And entwined in her lips the heady scent of her perfume grips me…

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Thirty denier

There’s the moment as your eyelids flicker just before they open when the strands of last night’s dreams are trying hard to close the shoe box that they hide in during daylight hoping nobody will notice they’re alone. The steam continues rising from the coffee and the image of a lady in red wellingtons strolls…

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