Heavy eyed

I looked at something I had written,should I edit?but once bitten why try? Failing under my own weightthe letters like tides abateandI am incognito, but acknowledgingthat I am him and heis me and we are on thesame journeyis,a part of the journey. I’m turning inand not into an old grouch. bed beckonsit’s been a long…

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Inevitably delayed

Shaman’s up in Shropshire and Rabbi’s down in Bow, I wonder where they go when they go on holiday. We hire out these effigies without apologies treat them as you will. I kneel although my knee’s screwed to a plate inside the bone and telephone requests to them above then find that they’re not home…

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Back to Bedlam

it’s what I watch and if you see that’s what becomes of being me.   The mirror through which no light can pass made of glass? made of stone? makes no difference to flesh and bone.   I hesitate to circulate to circumvent some ill intent but I remain yours faithfully,   letters written never…

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The truth eloped

It ran away with Del Shannon. There is no better time to be or for me to be better in time don’t worry the Presidential invite to the palace of midnight awaits. If the whole World’s gone mad who has the key to the medicine chest? a mile further on and the gates of the…

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