Finding your way out of thoughts when you’re lost in them.

Sometimes I walk with a lantern to light up the darkness within, sometimes. But too often am I troubled, too often am I torn, the boy inside me sits and sees me chewing on an ear of corn and from the day that I was born thoughts have followed me, made hollows in my bones…

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Leap year

It’s here when the day is yet to wake up when you’re patting your hair down with cold tea from yesterday from a cracked cup you bought in a Chelsea flea market, yes it’s here and you feel the world turning about you and you turn about face because the mirror is the one thing…

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Dropping a red

Anger is what chews you up and spits you out, Anger sits on your shoulders and shouts in your ears, Anger fuels all your fears Anger burns up your years and before you know it you’re old and even angrier…

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Andes

Who out there would climb a mountain to drink in life? who signs his name upon the line establishing his dominance? I have buried more in these lands held hands with death and smiled, have walked a lonely pilgrimage, to what ends, I ask of myself. But if climbing, falling or dying is our calling…

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Curtains call

How many times have you wanted some time for yourself and been denied? hubbub and hullabaloo I can hardly bear, can you? and if empty vessels make the most sound then this tube train seemingly full is actually empty, profound! actually hubbub and hullabaloo sound like bears to me, what about you? just messing about…

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One for the stocking

Away in a manger or away with the fairies, ‘he dares say that? Belief is nine-tenths of when you don’t know for sure, but you’re checking the stats every day. All we have to do and we make more to do about what to do and then we don’t do it, anyway away in a…

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Tuesday and its child

There is a switch on the control panel, what channel would you like me to be? I wear an eye patch, no match for the bandaid no bloody Lucozade either give me rum and my mind can run like the wind. When I’m stuck, don’t give a fuck until Mother Superior appears, then it’s fear…

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Fortunately forever

It is never what you see or perhaps sometimes in the corner of your eye the girl you see walking by is real and you do see her. Many times on the tines of a fork I’ve seen Romans walk in formation talk Neopolitan thinking they were in Brooklyn but really just imagining. Murderous deeds…

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Warming up for Sunday

What is left are the echoes rebounding in the scaffolding, in the crumbling of monuments, in the taking of the sacraments and they are ringing out Hosanna in my ears. advancing years? and that could be so, but the years make no advances unto me. I may be lost amongst the sages chiselling words out…

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Engaging in a weird kind of way

Getting old, an acid tongue I write for money not for fun, the joy has gone along with youth, I have wrinkles growing wrinkles on my wrinkles and that is the sad truth. A bit of license used because I get confused, and now as I recall this isn’t me at all…

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What we fear

Blame it on the jeans the tightest jeans, her watch seems slow but tells the right time, it’s not my time that’s too obvious, she watches though oblivious to me, tick tock tick and I think, pick another time, watch as she takes another line to dissect me, like an insect she devours me, I…

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Strands

The DNA unwinds and spirals out of control. Never the commander or one to understand a direct order, I go off range to chew vitamin C which she gives to me unconditionally I surrender. I often wonder if the fly on the wall has a bird’s eye view, but do you care?…

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Canned kebab

Tried it, roasted baked boiled I even fried it, have you tried it? If there was ever a plan for a man to eat spam they’d have found a new way to prepare it. Reggie went Veggie and Megan went Vegan, which doesn’t rhyme because Reggie never took the time to understand what a Vegan…

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Picture cards

Some other time the alphabet would get in the way of what I really want to say. It’s making a prisoner of the abstract, the reflex thought, the mirror caught in a reflective mood. Like echoes off the walls my shadow calls to me, garbled A’s and B’s and C’s he’s just like me my…

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Just scribbling

The trinket gurgled heading to the stream that babbled I dabbled a toe or two in as young boys do summer flew, outspread wings and the north brings winter I always knew it would end this way with ice on the window panes indoor parlour games and Gran on the accordion. (Trinket may be an…

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It must be Tuesday

You might find me on a ‘Yellow Page’ underneath the midnight stage, the band it seems live out their dreams living in their dreams or so it seems to me, I look at Q-tips think they’re tulips smell the flowers live out my hours just like this and almost sluggishly time moves in and out…

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Franchised

Skin and bone man lone man into and out of the zone man ‘should have been made from stone man’, said, the man who was smoking some weed. She’d throw a blue fit if I even suggested doing it so I don’t and I don’t. Anyway I’m a stay at home man a seen it…

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Alterations to the infinite

The more I know tte less it is so and so it becomes. the singularity, a sub atomic hypothesised electronic peculiarity. in theory anyway and theories are what kill us, ask Pythagoras. They talk in millions but ride with the minions trying to make more of who they’ve become. I’m running interference for a cross…

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The clog dancer

Saturday seeps slowly through these Venetian blinds which are made by an Italian family resident in Birmingham. I think Saturday creeps in silently anyway, earlier in the garden that’s actually a balcony with potted plants I watched the Sun such as it was go down. Time loses something in the telling of its tale where…

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