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Full time
They chatter on insanely,ghosts in my headwho blame meandI look out throughwhitewashed eyeswithrosy cheeks andlisten to the liesthey tell, They sell me hell inno depositno returnglass bottles,which you cannot burn. But I can see him up abovesending telegrams to me allfilledwith hope and love andhe can shove them wherethe sun don’t shine, I hold on…
Losing the thread
The faces come out through the wall again, lockdown town means nothing to them one more corner to turn and then more faces come out through the wall again. They never really went away I never supposed that they would, I’m watching them now as they grin at me I think that they’ve come back…
Misfits or mystics?
What I admire the most about the life of the living ghost is how they fade in and phase out of view depending on who’s looking at who and the time of day. It can’t be an easy street for these guys I meet and I meet more than a few which again depends on…
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…
Diary entry 84b
I woke up and that’s a decider to get out of bed ( adding a rider) only if the sun is shining. The dream if it was the dream came to me garbled as usual. And I lay here still hearing them, the ghosts of dreams come dressed as men I don’t fear them only…
Gitanes blue
She threaded her way into my smoke rings and spoke signals which hung in the air, in her neoprene tights she flexed through the nights, but when I looked there was nobody there…
Sober up Saturday
Most of us are the ghosts of us and what we were, we wear the face of another time when we thought that other time was the only time, we are like an old picture card from a box of Brooke Bond, that we look fondly on. And one day when we’ve gone away to…
The tricks that light plays
Cowering in the corner and waiting for the ghosts to go, some will and some won’t know how that feels. peeling back the crust -like skin reminding me of just how thin the line between sanity and madness really is. We persevere because we’re here and now is how it…
Spooks
The ghosts have gone moved on, away, and I for one am glad to say hurray, but quietly in case they hear me, one must be careful…
In the darkness
Of course I’ve seen them ghostly men spirits in the night, of course, they wander abroad tied to me by a cord because I don’t want to let them go. the loved ones I know who knew who went through the doorway and why I asked why did I stay? tomorrow being that other day…
The chasers
Things do go bump in the night and reflexes in the dark are much quicker. The most that a ghost can hope to do is to scare you but would bear you no ill will. I’ve seen them through the ice sheet seen them heat up and break through, they’ve spoken to me and I’m…
The atomic make up
Ever felt like what snowflakes feel when snowflakes melt or did you never look at it that way? Even on the surface there are surfaces, nothing’s as complicated as simplicity. Easy? you can’t buy easy but if you try it becomes easier. Listen ,poker face it’s two twenty five back at my place the Sun…
Americano legends
Who can I blame but the ghosts who dismantle my brain while I sleep, if I wake they’re not there but I know where they’ll be and that’s behind every person who is laughing at me, anxiety? who’s anxious? At the most peculiar times when Jupiter aligns with whatever planet there happens to be, stars…
The standard reward
It’s not the nights spent in taverns outside of the town or the days spent in wasting my time nor the Vodka and limes I have drunk with those fine friends of mine to tell you the truth I’m not sure if it matters the hours roll on to the days and they’re gone and…
The butterfly house
it was easy to turn our dreams into reality and then our wishes all came true, except for you (because you were as thick as pigshit) we could say that to a friend, (friends to the end) that’s a bit of a childhood haunt come back to haunt me and we went up t’park larked about clambered…
Shorts
Why connect? it’s not what we do, we’re the solid walls that ghosts walk through…
Filtered sound
There are always the ghost stations that play on in your mind the ale house of drunkards, the channels you find when you look at the ghosts in your mind. the lying deceivers the truth the believers the inlet and outlet things to remember and more to forget nothing is harsher and nothing as kind…
Ghosts
She comes to sit with me at dawn her hand is warm, but time is cold just born it seems and now I’m older time gets colder she comes to sit with me at dawn…
St Vitus and the dance
Fused blue to the Northern lights which in the shivers they send me become the cure in the end we all quake. Forsaking the worst of the nights so averse to the shadows that wait by the walls, I am called to some nameless by voices that harness my thoughts. Casually astral a fascination emerges…
