Manuscripts

RejectionRejectionsend in the next oneneverevergive up, I once gave up my seatto a young lady,she had a baby,not mine, I wasn’tthe dadhe hastens to addI only gave her my seat. Rejection slipgrip the doorknobturn the keyget a job,orsend in the next one…

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From the addict’s diary

We never know do we? when to stop and could we anyway? Far away on some tropical, scanning the papers and seeing what’s topical, talking over breakfast and that won’t last will it? It’s better we don’t know, sensible to let go and float off…

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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…

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Following in footsteps

Mine was a long road not the longest road but long enough to learn what I had to learn to turn things around to take my head from the clouds and keep my feet on the ground but every road has a lay-by for dreamers mine was no different except the lay-by became the mainstay…

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Livin’ the dream

I could have been a John Doe but you know I survived, I think I characterise ‘true grit’ with a little bit of fakery only making me human and at blood pressure I’m quite normal…

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