That moment

Pupils fixed and dilated, somewhere between pinpoint and eternity she waits for me dressed in white lace, if I focus I can see her face light up like an angel…

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Outside, the wind rages, but to be honest if I was outside I’d be angry too. When you’re not in the know you don’t know that their disinterest is the killer, you think it’s something that you said or B;O or your face doesn’t fit, they said my face didn’t fit, but it fit me…

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De-clutter

They’re ripping down buildings to build up more buildings which fill in the spaces when the old buildings have gone and the new buildings they build are then filled with new faces. One day when I’m new they can put me in a building and give me ‘a room with a view’ nothing in black…

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Dropping a red

Anger is what chews you up and spits you out, Anger sits on your shoulders and shouts in your ears, Anger fuels all your fears Anger burns up your years and before you know it you’re old and even angrier…

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Does the baby cry because it knows?

It becomes difficult and sometimes seemingly impossible to reach an end, a conclusion, but there are two ends? or maybe they’re the beginnings of the same ends. I become bogged down by uncertainty which like a snake, coils around inside of me and ties me up in knots, not to be outdone my mind becomes…

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The wanted column

Hardly an invasion. Desperate soul seeks new home, would settle for an old home in a new country, willing to learn, willing to work…

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Darker skies

Everything stacked neatly the girl at TKmaxx smiles sweetly as she asks me for identification, I tell her it’s me, but that, she cannot see and asks again for some form of identity. I point to my name on the credit card and say, it’s me, look, not very hard is it? she calls the…

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Secondary certificate

I began to think that burning one’s fingers had nothing on one spitting ink, and with this in mind, I found my palette lined with asbestos. The lights turn blue with cigarette smoke and the fumes from petroleum lamps, cramps in my hands creasing the words that I write, a slight irritation in my bowels…

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Turning points

Shapes become shapeless and the shapeless are the homeless on the pavements that undress them and put them to bed, reforming and naming the nameless if reforming’s the word or reshaping the ones that are shapeless making the idea of homelessness absurd would if we could be ideal. there’s a countdown to the shantytown and…

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And Monday begins

Time to get my groove on get up and get a move on, oh shit! the groove doesn’t fit the move’s too tight I must have put some weight on whilst gorging on the night…

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Big money

All the propane the methane the gasolene and butane, if petroleum controlling us, who’s controlling it? and who’ve ya got to get along with to get a little give?…

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Moveable feasts

Investing in pork belly futures and dressing Haute couture, they’ll end up in Madame Tussaud’s of that, I am quite sure. We freeze just as well as the millpond when the day at the looms is done, the Master goes home to his loved ones and the misery goes on and on. I’m waiting for…

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Still loading

It might as well be written down in hieroglyphs, I’m talking squiggles on the page, perhaps my mind’s a little stiff with age, can’t bend or wriggle through the maze of possibilities. I must be getting older…

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Andes

Who out there would climb a mountain to drink in life? who signs his name upon the line establishing his dominance? I have buried more in these lands held hands with death and smiled, have walked a lonely pilgrimage, to what ends, I ask of myself. But if climbing, falling or dying is our calling…

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The circle

Sometimes I wonder why we are put here in this place only to face the inevitable and sometimes I don’t…

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Cinema

One main street, a hick town fifteen light lit at sundown, by the dock a boat, in the graveyard one stone angel looks towards the sky watching as a gull floats by Deathly still in hicksville…

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‘Ladies Walk’

( the victorian promenade ) With our lines in the river we’d sit there forever waiting for a bite and the tide would come in it was then that we’d strip and go for a swim, hot summer days when on the banks of the river we’d laze, reading the Beano or sometimes the Dandy,…

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Buy now

Influenced by what I see, though to be honest not easily. One has to weigh up the pro’s and con’s of the ones who’d try to influence, but people, places, putting names to faces, hard cases sad cases suitcases all influence me though to be honest not easily…

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The nightcap

I knew of them one or two of them from stories that I had been told, when my day was quite young and old was a crease in the scrapbook, a piece of the past pasted in. They all become ghosts playing host to the shadows that drip from the sunlight…

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Passing notes

Pretty, yes, a little bit, but laughing like a lunatic, she’s bending all the. rules a bit maybe it’s me that is the lunatic, when I take her home for tea she’ll let me know…

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