Dragons dancing in the sky

Who puts up a title like thatand why? seriously thoughas clouds gothose looked likedragons dancing. okay,it’s license,butfloats in the airlike incense…

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Rosewood

Do you wonder if you’re in the dreams conjured up by those behind the scenes, is this a play is this today or Act 1V? Are we pandering to someone’s desire 1666 and relight the fire? Maybe we’ll bury it all under the pall of smoke curling up from a pipe…

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Fiddling about

The Leonardo that came through the letterbox rocks and it fits very neatly on the wall, the woman who’s in it ain’t that much but fair’s fair I never paid bugger all. The bedroom could do with a Renoir it’s not often you see one of those but all I can afford is a Hockney…

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Notice on the door

Ifya think I came through 40 years of paralysis and two years of psychoanalysis to be knocked out by some bug I can’t even see, then you don’t know me at all. If you wanna be boxed in, locked down, closed in by the ‘what if it happens to me scenario’, you’re falling into the…

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Gamma wave

A chemical incarceration or is it self hypnotism? either one is just one more schism, another prison to abscond from. Him and me often disagree, sometimes very violently although you wouldn’t see the turmoil going on. Too much information on the ‘net and I have tried to diagnose myself don’t have the answers yet…

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Talking to Moses

I’m not sure what happens when the night opens to welcome you home, there are no manuals for what happens to those souls after their burials, it’s like a members club I suppose. I know the Bible backward, most wayward people do, but the analytical in me wonders if what it says is true, harps…

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As the rain falls

Inanimacy adds to the intimacy and a somewhat necessity for the introvert. is this objectifying when I say I am dying without meaning it? Rotating and talking to myself but hesitating in case I am not there…

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In the diary

Innocence is like the sun going down not knowing the night is dangerous, people like us are the innocents the put upon the shut down the trampled on, tomorrow we should move on the capital lose our innocence fight intolerance shame ignorance and light the way…

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Pigeon posters

In the big cities birds don’t sing anymore, they sit in the parks waiting for handouts beaks in the papers reading the football scores, clever little chirrups or should that be cherubs? Cats cannot be arsed with them kids leave them alone they’re profligate if that’s the word and better on their own, maybe profligate…

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Did they get to you too?

they haven’t got a fukin clue about the things that I’ve had to do shot through seen through been through and fuck you, you’re probably thinking, who’s rattled his cage who puts the poet in such a rage? but it’s just poetry making things appear to be what they are not and I’ve had lots…

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4×4 road trials

Out of the PJ’s a glass of O.J and down to the R.A I think that artistic endeavour is often the greatest pleasure unless you’re a piss artist. Cut out most of the letters and abbreviate everything, if they want to understand they will. Sobriety is not the key to longevity, but it may help…

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Tunnels

Even when there’s no fight we fight and we do it to exorcise those demons that delight in it, putty and plasticine, fashioning the obscene or making a meme we are putty and plasticine. The break out will come and we’ll take out the guards, the sentinels, and flee through the halls of some greater…

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Another Friday near Finchley

No one said that Cinderella had to be a lady, it may be that she was, but because it’s a fairy tale we are left to wonder. I wondered for a long time how long time could be, the answer didn’t come to me all I got was a potbelly and whiskers. That’s the chance…

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Mood swings

It’s the seasonal adjustment the must have in the window the want because it’s Autumn and the need before the shops close. I am frightened of the shadows flitting past the evening door and the ladies of the darkness who want and then want some more and I have nothing left to give them. November’s…

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Crumplestiltskin

    Handsome, and some and scandalously so.. ‘…go on, you’re a swan’   At the dawn of time we woke, you spoke,   the alarm went off the lights came on, the industrial revolution and then we were gone and only the nursery rhymes remained…

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Filling in the blanks

  Snow and Jalapeno hit them hard but take it slow, them things kills you don’t you know? and Grammarly puts up a flag makes it kill instead of kills but if I’ve been killed a thousand times that’s a lot of kills, init Grammarly?…

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Working it out ( draft copy )

    Where do you start to draw the line between the past and the present because it seems to me that they are one and the same, okay, that’s a leap but keep this in mind, the past is what has given us the details to put on the present’s blank page which we…

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A touch of being touched

The module I handed in was ( at the time ) engaged in a Lunar landing, in that unbelievable moment of madness I took leave of my senses, but they’ll remember me now. Up there at NASA it’s not a case of mi casa su casa and Trump got the jump on me, now I’m…

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Negev nomad

The unexpected I expect but I expect that you do too. In the Shires no dreaming spires just spikes to keep the homeless wakeful, that’s hateful. This ‘green and pleasant land’ ruled by a thieving ragtag band only gives a helping hand when pushing you over the edge. I could emigrate, hibernate or just hate…

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Jumble sale

Eyes shot hair’s in a mess why is it so that regaining consciousness comes with a price? in migration mode I hit the road which as you can see is a violent side to me. Life and or living we have or we throw it away, I could easily ‘etch-a-sketch’ a prize giving day for…

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