Ozy part two

I am from within this sea of glass and memory, in my hands are held the grains of truth, I set before you a monument, a statue, though lifeless it is the living proof that man once held dominion.over all this ancient land. His eyes like shattered windows scattered light where there was none and…

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Pressure cooker

I have come to this conclusion, that even when you squint at them some men talk in small print and you have to read between the lines. I think we’re being taken by the woe begotten and God-forsaken, I think Whitehall’s faking making, breaking, deals and stealing from the pension pots…

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If not then

When which sounds like wen, but has a different meaning, that’s how it starts, you’re picking at spots on the ceiling feeling the spots on your skin, looking for Jesus in cornflakes and wondering where he fits in. Climbing the walls for the ivy because the ivy dried up on the trail and making chalk…

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Held fast

They slow when off the mudflats and some don’t sail at all preferring to sit in contemplation of the day, watching the tide, waiting to ride high again. The yachts, sleek, smooth and yet rippled around the hulls as if each small wave pulls a bit of reality from this scene and the dinghies, oh…

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I’m thinking

x+3.3 x t4/- ok that’s enough don’t want to overdo things. late start today later finish too it’s not really fair but what can you do? the wheels of industry run right over me leaving trademarks down my back. Tuesday a boohoo hoo day and a long way to Friday, I’m setting off now…

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Last seen heading South

the time that’s gone the clock ticks on the dreams switch off at ten, I was there when and can’t remember how or even why, come to think of it maybe it wasn’t me. that’s a relief, but the clock still ticks and the time’s still gone. I was never mostly almost sometimes, at times…

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The pattern cutter

The thought is I think the link and each thought that we think adds to each link and each link to another to our sisters and brothers uniting us all. The square route of everything is anything that makes something bearable and we are durable, aren’t we? Do you think you’re alone? do you think…

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All’s well that…

When you had that first inkling saw the light twinkling in the eyes of your beholder when he told ya what he told ya and how old were ya then? How you built your fortifications and how his frustrations built. before we both knew the years flew away and here we are today together…

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The visitors

    Looking at lilacs as the hour of midnight comes near and like my poetry, unclear, but I write,   And on the podium where opium is a pipe dream I lean into the light that I see.   Me! screamed someone I knew and it was me.   Always damn daffodils always them…

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Unfinished

  Standing in line and just a wait to be connected something feels fine so I guess I’ve been directed  to where the grass grows green to where I’m going to be living the dream and the operator says, in a moment I’ll be with you you’ve waited long enough to get what I’m going…

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Nights

Let me make it lighter, brighter, she held me tighter, I kept us in the dark…

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A prize every time

    These are the days that will be someone’s good old days and in so many ways they could be right, the future is the night unrolled, the fortunes that were never told, the things you did and then got old, these are the days.   A slipped disc keeps on playing the same…

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The end

  He didn’t even comb his hair, what a scruff what a duff and I don’t mean the beer, although it feels like Bart Simpson it’s actually Boris Johnson, it must be time to get out of here…

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Windermere

    I used to be able to get eight skims off a single pebble before it did a dive into the lake and now I’ll soon be sixty-four   and can’t get eight skims anymore,   what a bastard time can be when it won’t let me be twenty-three again…

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On the turn of a Tuesday

  Through the squint of a half opened eye watching the crayon of morning drawing the sky. Seagulls on their way to Southend via the East End. Impressions are all that is left…

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The new lamp

    London’s new mausoleum. oops I meant new museum, boasted of in advertising to get you interested in having a look in at old dead things!   similar really to a mausoleum but definitely a museum.   do not mistake me for one of the exhibits I’ll only be visiting,…

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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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High rise hot

  To capture the scents of wild meadows, intense  exhilarating I’m still waiting for the wind to blow chimes for the arrival of Summer. But when I was knee high to a grasshopper and the ears of corn heard my laughter it was always sunshine…

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Changeable

searching for my Souwester, long Johns and a string vest, a dab of Vicks and in forty licks I’m out in the rain…

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