The Taiwanese tapes

.and then the instructions advised me to press play and record simultaneously. That old cassette deck was my best friend,I could ramble away to it and it didn’t complainone little bit. I Wore it out eventually,but it died a noble deathwith my wordson its last breath. they don’t make them like they used too…

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10 green bottles

losing your marbles, aged six istotally different from losing yourmarbles, aged sixty,trust meI know. things that make you cry and you think you’re going to die if they happen once again,things that make you wince with pain and things that make you laugh with joy, That box full of blue is the window you look…

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Paper cuts

I ordered a quirethey sent me a choirifI had ordered a rock what would I have got,salt?crack? I have sent all of it back…

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The meadow

Cut down,even as they raise meand in remembrancethey’ll bow their headsto praise me. Far better to bloomin May, maybe Juneand rest for the Summerbefore the Winter strikeswith its terrors. There is a shrillness to thewinds that scream,I hurry on to hibernateand dreamof Spring again,the touch of gentle rainto be raised again, the cycle goes on…

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Summer without the rain

wellthat’d be lovelythat’d be fine,words and more,more of the time. somebecome needygreedybeady-eyedwalking onthe seedy sideseeing everything. life in a loose-leaf folder yellowed pagesagedrearranging A4and for what? I came, I saw, I concurred. if we’re all doomedcan I be doomed in theroom next to you? everyone needs friends…

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The wheel of fortunes

Pale blue skiesand I,bushy-tailed andbright blue-eyed, the morning smilesand brings much morethan yesterday,not waiting for the milkmanslipping in like silk manand going out, not yet though,my shadow still sleeps on,lazy bastard,does he not knowthis day will soon be gone? I wait and watch the dragonfliesan iridescent gleaming, in a momentwhat was dreamingbut the waking…

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Killing it

Breakfast,smash an egg or twocream some cheesestick a knife into the buttercut some hamand yetI profess to bea non-violent man. life in lockdown…

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The observation ward

In an out of the way sort of waywhere every day thinks it’s a Saturdayit’s the weekend and boys who’ll be boysgo out to play, I stay in,cook the breakfastwash the dishesanddo the ironing, there isno fun in beingresponsible. The milk’s offgone sour,butwe all are and dosometimes…

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Tight corners

There’s not much room to manoeuvrein this air of doom and whatever,we need to clear our headsand get over it. Bit by bit we’ll all be lit andsome will sit on the sidelinesmoaning about the hard timeswhile others will just get on with it.andeven if doom is in the airbeingalive is being halfway therewe can…

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Electrically charged particles

Lightning strokes the greenery,flashbulbsand the scenery shiftsthe curtain liftsand brings on the rain. All this from a bedroom window it’s like a book once read,butthe character assassinationis only you killing you andyou’re still in bed, ‘the show must go on’‘yeah,on trial’,the audience screams, and it’s often like thatin dreams of greatness…

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45 revolutions

Tobacco dust in an otherwiseempty pocket,thankful for the makingsI roll a Barlinnie smoke these small merciesin an unjust livinggive strength even tothe unwilling. What if we never recoverwhat ifit’s all over? someone puts a coin in theWurlitzer and Elvis sings,Heartbreak Hotel…

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The longest day?

no matethe longest day isevery daywhen there’s fuck all,when the night won’t comebecause you’re watchingand the sun, though outisn’t warming,it’s a warning whether it’s‘the end is nigh’‘big boys don’t cry’or anything elseit’s telling you something. Despairis inevitable,(Sel’ the philosopher told me)butwe have to fight itand the fight can be winnable…

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10 lines

Not sinkingnot thinking of getting drunknot sunk. Taking it in because to startone has to beginsomewhere. and anywayone cannot findnowhereon the map…

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Chrome lens

When you dream of your motherbut you’re not sure whetherit’s Freudian or not. Is it only me that thinksyesterday was so far away? I remain for nowin the public domain for howelse would you know me? Saturday andthe city rises like smoke from a dying fireand I can hear my heart beating…

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Hands up if you know the answer

We made it through the night we clung on tight to the pinpricks in our eyes watched the moon as it sunk and saw the sun as a rose in those gardens of the dawn where life can dream of being born to bloom. I don’t count them anymore not the nights that have gone…

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Load bearing

Waiting for cache well we all are aren’t we. Some things are slow and some things not so but it’s good to know what’s worth holding on for, extra time will do me with a penalty shoot out at the end to decide…

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The prayer wheel

Spinning spinning praying sinning spinning praying, say in about fifty years the wheel disappears what will I do? The night to refine the day to atone at all other times leave me alone. hug me now from a distance…

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Harvest

It’s nothing like the pictures they paint it really ain’t, but we compromise and turn blind eyes to what we knew and hope anew that a new beginning can begin can we win? is Bob the Builder? in two shakes of whatever the world turns and nothing is ever the same. It was not me…

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Where mountains glide across…

You think that you’ll walk through the valley little knowing that it is the valley that runs through your life. the legend reads, ‘You Are Here’ that’s the only clue, you know who you are but not where you are, the rest of the map is blank. it could be a treasure map but I…

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