Temples of the moon

Germ warfare welfare healthcare, don’t care? die! No use in wondering why if why doesn’t fit in with your way of thinking…

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Too much caffeine

I know that it’s Thursday but I dreamt it was Friday which way is the exit? I’ve taken my tablets and now I don’t hurt but I’m saving the blue one for my dessert. The mirror’s not working again, every time I look in it I see old men which is peculiar because there’s only…

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Dressings

She nudges him and he smudges lipstick on his chin, she can’t keep the clown from within getting out. Playtime to make time to explore yours and mine. If they label you redraw it be the bella you’ll adore it because it’s just a game isn’t it?…

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Two degrees

Someone and it might be God took a shot at me, never won the lottery coffee’s cold I’m almost old and there are no extra lives to be won, in this life, I’ve found that there is only one. She says, behave, be brave, I’ll save you and I believe her…

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Coolin’

You think someone’s coming to save you but I know that someone’s been and gone I watched her shake her head in disgust because you wouldn’t dance to her song. The graveyard’s full of believers keeping the strawberries ruby red light and the church is full up with sinners who are destined to walk with…

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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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More than Casablanca

Of all the walls in all the world you ended up on mine and I’m very glad you took the time] to climb it. In the old town atop the hill where the fortress stood and stands there still she stands there waiting, The sky caves in as the Muezzin calls ancient girls in even…

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Nearly Summer

Somewhere it’s 22 degrees, sunny and clear, but here it’s raining, I can feel the motivation draining out of me, I want to be somewhere…

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This may well indeed be a dream, and if we wake?

too many matrices see the film, hook up to the batteries or stay asleep and keep the wires in. sorry ’bout that, only the rambling of a ghost up in a high-rise flat. I used to be awake ( and some smart arse in the audience shouts ) ‘So did Hereward’…

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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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Colouring the evening

We want to let a little light in to a night in when we’re out in the dark, but don’t we love a bit of danger? a beautiful woman a handsome stranger a creaking stair and that awful wondering who is there? and who is there to share the burden of the heavy heart?…

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Crashes on the sand

You and me on an island that stretches down to the shore, sat watching the seamless sea on a dreamless night who could have wanted for more? and the echoes come back on the waves that come in…

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Arena

A snooze button and autoplay should be a standard fitting on Thursday, it’s almost where, ‘are we there yet’ begins and ends, but not quite, still got Thursday night to do. Coffee tastes like a false dawn but I wasn’t even born when that broke. Peeling my shadow off the radiator and looking like an…

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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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