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a code in which to find in me,secretsetched deep into the binary, she reads me, Tennyson,but she reads me too, there below the zeroI gohand in hand with the one…

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Purgatory blue

But what if we never came backand end up as groove in a trackon a record that’s stuck in the twenties? there’d be no moreno ever afterjust scratches on parchmentdevoid oflife and love and laughterandwhat if we never came back?is it worth it to try something newwhen nothing is who we become? I hate poets…

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Oxford

Not the outer limits but the inner rings of quantum fantasy, futuristic?a bit like Star Trek used to beboldly goingquantumly…

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Square peg

Sometimes on Mondaylike this Mondaywhich will be last Mondaynext MondayI’m tired before I fit in…

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Fit for something

He just wants to lay on the beachwith his belly so fat he can’t see toteach his toes how to tingleand then wonders whyhe’s still a single guy. The gymnasium’s next to the aquariumbut he’s a fish out of watercan’t breathe at the thought ofexercise. One day the tide will come inattached to a fuckin’…

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Cell block

Feeling like a thousandwonderingshould I put my blouse onor could I stay in bed all day? I’m told that coffee is an ‘upper’but I am on my second cuppafeeling down. This is how it will go. I’ll pray for some enlightenmentwhile tightening my leather beltwhenJesus is on furloughthere is nowhere else to go. Fed up…

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Falsetto

When they’re not busy hanging methey’re busy hanging baubles off the branches on a Christmas treeitgives them a meaning, butit’s not Jesus leaning on a lampostat the corner of whatever streetand that’s the street upon whichI’ll meet,and here,I seek some interventionnothing so divineas to make it all sublimejustan answer for the hanged manbefore he does…

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What happens if..

The smashing of the heart as it hits the rocks belowand where do dreams go when the tears begin andthen we’re back to Faust or Freud, either tragic or annoyedthat we are in a play, but yesterday we were the script,the words upon the bodies stripped and what fun untilthe sun went down, the curtain…

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Old time preacher

When the roll is called andthe bell is tolled and therighteous kneel at the last,I’ll be first in the queue todisappear into the blue andto leave behind what has passed. Still, even asthe dragons roar and breathe out firethere is life in the old dog yet( thanks to the vet ) Quietness has a sound…

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Title’s in the post

Friday?This is just a little dittyit’s a pity, it could be longer,but the days are getting shorterand waging wars against old boreswho just go on and on and on…

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Scrambling eggs

They’re all sick and I’m no longer going to the Teddy Bears picnic, Bugsee grabs me, she hugs me, it bugs me, that’s why I called her Bugsee, see?and she’s immune to everything, she’s made of polyethylene and very easy to keep clean. fishin’s out of the question when the answer is, tidy the bedroom,another…

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Time for my Ovaltine

No one went on a Summer holidayno one’s going on a Christmas break, take some time to let that sink inand start thinking,whatya gonna do with the time that’left to you? Boil an egg? go aheadbreak a leg,go hiking, bikingdietingrioting,lots of things for you to dowith all the time that’s left to you…

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First base

You can run into the sun into the breaking of the daybut I can see you. You can’t deny the night inside youwhen you want me there beside youcan you see me now?…

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Dry port

We decant ourselves into something else and turn into someone else who we don’t know,maybe it’s best just to stay in the lamp…

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Under canal bridges, down to the locks

barges carrying coal and horses pulling a load,it still seems much better than going by road The quiet mornings are noisy with birdcallsthe sleepy afternoonswatching how water falls so easily off ducks backs and the evenings with hot stewmade by ma and da and mesitting silentlywatching the stars…

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The first life

I had a hole in my sock the day I broke my arm, later at the infirmarymum was mortifiedI just cried,the two things didn’t seem connected. the arm healedthe sock was darnedand I was warned to be more careful…

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Staking claims

Places on the pavement reading vacant, faces I have seen, change can make a dream come true, winter turns your body blue, Summer turns it bronze and it feels like we’re in third place, on the pavement, vacant face. there’s nothing quite like, nothing quite, but quite like crawling from your skin at night believing…

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Pilgrimages

We never dug deep enough, wept long enough or hard enough because it was hard enough to get past the mountain of stuff that had built up around us, so we sank into the trough of not enough where not enough became too much and understood that even enough would never be enough because we…

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When Tuesday calls

Thinking thata cold shower on the hour every hourmight be the cure. Waking in a sweat yet again. Through the roar of turbine dreamswhere every breath is written on the very moments sent to fill me,I only breathe because she wills it so…

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Random #78

Just guinea pigson styrofoam wheelsfalling to bitsisn’t that how it feels? Cats in a box orrats in a mazethat’s how we’ll end upspending our days, Ben and Jerry’s on speed dialburgers on the grillbourbon in the backroom withthe boys beginning to chill…

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