Held fast

They slow when off the mudflats and some don’t sail at all preferring to sit in contemplation of the day, watching the tide, waiting to ride high again. The yachts, sleek, smooth and yet rippled around the hulls as if each small wave pulls a bit of reality from this scene and the dinghies, oh…

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Flying backwards

  We think that it’s  about the dream until we wake And what makes us come awake Is the feeling we can’t take itSo we dream again It’s a failure which some would say does not exist to them I’d say you’ve missed the point I keep coming back to keep on track to find…

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Twenty two gears

Take a look into the chasm, wake, a spasm, stretch and it will go, but we know there is a void build a bridge cross into the kitchen raid the fridge make your own way back to where it started from, stuff your face pull back the curtains, Irish lace see a brick wall no…

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The pitch

I pick up a pen to write and then the night calls me, literacy falls by the wayside I go topside, all’s forgotten in the heat where dark corners meet and congregate, the paper waits for an explanation I type my resignation under the lights of an examination by the typing pool. She uses oxymoron’s…

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