The alternate ego

Forty volts to warm my nuts and bolts and forty more because I’m needy. battery operated centrally located ideal opportunity for terminal velocity. just slightly to the right and that lets the night flow, but keep it on a short rein because there’s always a Moon rising or an uprising somewhere, usurpers and I’ll surp…

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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…

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Circus

Juggling the ‘work, rest and play’ is a struggle, but I can do this, In bed and thinking I’m not drinking coffee that’s piping in the pot ( sounds of music ) look in the mirror not impressed, dressing in the dark odd socks? a good start. There are not enough days in an hour…

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Checkpoint Charlie

..and they’re everywhere poking, prying, spying on your doings. We need to get shot of the lot of them, turf them out, but there’s too many of ‘Smiley’s people’ about, they’ll get you in the end…

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Mexicoan

They’re trying to sell me a sombrero when it’s pissing it down with rain, Jeez, not that old, old hat again. I buy it anyway and put it away for a sunny day…

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Strokes

Chasms are often tired, I’ve seen them yawning, dawn in the desert and the sun already baking. me, faking out a living. Tarantulas doing the tarantella me, under the sun umbrella watching the oasis dry…

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Northwesterly

There’s a change to the wind blowing in and I am still dithering, do I go with the flow and let go or carry on fighting, do I let the night win in spite of everything or wait until morning?…

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Shot

There is only me and this shadow that walks on the wall…

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Thinking on

I am quite well off, better off than some, those for whom the sun doesn’t often shine and the old adage, what’s mine is mine does not apply, if we can’t give back some of our happiness to the less fortunate among us then we become ‘them’ ‘greedy men’ and that’s a trap set for…

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The trimmer

Who can be sure that the impurities of the night dreams have been erased by the coming of the day? I wash using scented soap in the hope, somewhat forlorn, that I am as clean as the day I was born. There’s always a niggling doubt that there are more demons hiding inside me that…

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Perspective

You may think you’re just a ripple in the ocean, but to the phytoplankton you are a tidal wave…

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..and then there is this

What about life? Well I can tell you I’m not doing it again. Perhaps though we will return in that reincarnation thing and if we do what happens to the Fat lady, will she ever get to sing?…

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Engine burn

Imagine for a minute a hot bath and you’re in it, soaking away the aches of the day and when you slowly open your eyes you come to realise you’re still stuck in a traffic jam somewhere south of Birmingham…

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Out of the box

When I fall asleep for eternity I think they might hold a wake for me which seems unfair as I won’t be there, but that’s life or not…

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Nineteen ain’t it sad

You have to sometimes close your eyes and internalise, keep everything tucked in and out of sight, but you know they’ll send their spies in to catch a moment when you’re verbalising some extraneous thought…

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Warming the engine

A helicopter choppering maybe it’s got coppers in I’m not going out. Always a policeman about when you stay in. Boris says he’ll increase them an extra ten thousand policemen or should that be police people? no! that’s what they do…

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Denmark smells sweeter

This being not what it’s cracked up to be we conclude that it must be a tragedy, and Faust writes a note to agree with the vote. In ‘that other place’ my face doesn’t fit and never will, not as long as they sit on their arses and waffle on as if nothing is wrong…

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Bombed out

A fractal of a fractured society the ghost that lingers after they fired me the smell in the drains when it rains the nip that you feel in the air when no one is there. I could be lost in space, would you care? no? but don’t you know that I am the floating-point the…

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Part two

We haven’t woke up to the fact that we won’t wake up to the facts. There are definitely blue birds over those off white things in Dover, but they used to be as happy as larks. Moving on and we’re moving off the tube’s gone without so much as a by your leave. I woke…

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White rabbit

Divorced from reality because I had enough of that so it’s off to pass through the looking glass and engage in a fit of fantasy and if you don’t know by now Alice fancies me. The mad hatters, a rap band from Sunderland Dee and Dum roll out from the bar on a bottle of…

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