Does the baby cry because it knows?

It becomes difficult and sometimes seemingly impossible to reach an end, a conclusion, but there are two ends? or maybe they’re the beginnings of the same ends. I become bogged down by uncertainty which like a snake, coils around inside of me and ties me up in knots, not to be outdone my mind becomes…

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Darker skies

Everything stacked neatly the girl at TKmaxx smiles sweetly as she asks me for identification, I tell her it’s me, but that, she cannot see and asks again for some form of identity. I point to my name on the credit card and say, it’s me, look, not very hard is it? she calls the…

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Mass

She may be the Messiahand if that’s sothen Netflixdone got it wrong. The bible song,that’s the one that you don’thear’til you’re too far goneto care. it’s just adrenalin that’s pumping himand the thought of immortalitycontrolling me. The universe sits on the fencethe Pope is full of guileshe may be the MessiahandI’ll know that in a…

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Pinball

Here I am hidden in plain sight disguised as a man. Tuesday appears, sometimes a week seems like years and not seven days I don’t forget that I’m not there yet but I am almost…

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Sabres a rattling

After the hooting and the hollering when those so inclined have chosen the brand of madness they’ll be following, hostilities will begin. It will not end well. The only one that wins is the spider who spins the biggest lie, caught in the web we’ll be there for the taking, making widows of wives and…

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Music box.

I wrote a letter to the younger me, but could it find me? it could not and I got a bill for the return postage. ‘I never said it was easy’ and I never said that either. By the time this is all done God’s son will be on his fourth reincarnation. I’m dragging things…

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Curved

I used to say, me and God, but God says, it’s God and I, I guess that’s because God’s a God and me, well I’m just small fry…

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When

If I have to go I wanna go quick I don’t wanna linger don’t wanna be sick and I don’t want any weeping or wailing I just wanna go sailing off into that limitless imagination…

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Whitewalls

The committeemen committed me the doctors then admitted me the nurses were all nice to me and put me in a padded cell, well I could complain but I never do leaving that up to the likes of you so I sit here with my old friend Fu Manchu waiting for Napoleon to arrive…

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The quieter man

I don’t talk politics, that shower of lunatics were laughed out of the asylum and look at them now they’re running the country which is like the asylum but has more people…

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Diagnosis

It’s dark for a reason, no one wants to see when the night becomes a succubus making out with me, daylight defends me against that which would drain me. I’m going to go now to show how fine the line can be…

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Shadows

This isn’t anything to write home about so I’m writing it here, it’s bonfire night, as if bonfires could light my way as I pick through the deadness of my own lost soul. But I come to terms with it and learn to live with the lack of it. nothing to write home about…

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More subroutines

They’re all going down with the symptoms, symptomatic of being sucked in by the system, in other words they’re all bleedin’ sick but not as sick as me nobody could be that sick. I’m eating garlic wearing a cross but still looking anemic which I put down to this epidemic…

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Good weather for Fawkes

Murky? though not morally so, just a mist that obscures the morning light and makes me wonder, do I really want to go to work?…

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Laments

‘There’s no place like home’ unless your home is a canvas tent set up on pallets to keep the damp at bay, unless your home is the cardboard strip that strips your pride away, Homelessness attaches to it no stigma! how big of ya to say so when you’re sat in your show home, which…

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A pinch of salt

The night unloads at the crossroads, this way for the day, Tuesday drifts in like Marie Celeste some say cursed others, blessed, being undecided I will wait and see…

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Tuesday and its child

There is a switch on the control panel, what channel would you like me to be? I wear an eye patch, no match for the bandaid no bloody Lucozade either give me rum and my mind can run like the wind. When I’m stuck, don’t give a fuck until Mother Superior appears, then it’s fear…

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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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