So, there I was minding my own business keeping bar

Cleaning glasses and looking no where

But everywhere if you get my drift

The place is heaving

And in he walks like he has been a week in the saddle

But all dressed to the nines in fancy rags

The best money can buy

From head to toe

He comes up to me and says he has travelled far

With his two friends outside

The camel...

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The sound of a desperate man blows hard

Across his chest in great heaving waves

The lungs that lie and flare

The starving eyes

That burrow into sockets deep

The hungry beast that can never be satisfied or sated

Rubs his hands in anticipated delight

In his lust for those close to death

Ultimately lost among the stubborn cries and pleas

Of rusty skin and bone that billows

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If love is sex and sex is love

What hope is there for us?

What hope for love?

The dying decaying current

Of this week’s model running cold and free

Through the veins of all who think they know

Is love a femme fatale?

A fumble in the dark

Ten straight vodka and cokes

And the futile gesture of words

That speak open mouthed

Yet say nothing

What hope has love

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But for words I wouldn’t be here now

But my pencil is blunt and broken

And the words I would have spoken

Have all fallen

Blown away on that first nervous gust

Of inward breath

Hiding and crying the verbs and adjectives

I had once proudly used

Now I stand naked and bereft

Of all that I have practiced and rehearsed

It seems that all that I had won

Is so ready to ...

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Put aside a kiss for me

A solid state embrace

Not just a cheek by jowl shake down brush

With someone who could not care less

That is not what I want

I want to feel the tenderness of you

Pressed against that which is mine

To push away the crushed flower tears

And stagnant powdered scent of vapid breath

I want to feel the warmth of the love

That has for so often be...

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There’s a bloke over there sitting on a bench

Rolling a cigarette

Long ginger hair in a pony tail

A beard glasses and flat cap

His dog and a can of coke

Now there’s a bloke slightly older

With a stick who sits down beside him

And starts to chat

Mr ponytail dog and beard doesn’t seem to mind

Because they are having the chat of blokes

The chat that chews the weathe...

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Too many times have I have been tempted to cross the line

Of pink pinched and blistered flesh

The red sore scored and lined weal’s

That accompany the opium

Of raised and blooded battlefield cries

In that place of constant feud and ravage

The inner sanctum of the unrested

That you and I and they would call

A state of war

The shout and scream of blood and savage

De...

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Over soaring seams of smooth

And finely woven cloth

I stretch out my hand and let my fingers

Touch the undulating run of green

Allowing a single finger to sketch the unfolding line

Of raised and proud gently lurking downland

Hills and meadows

I watch a distant hawk waver on shimmering waves

Of unseen sullen heat

Then dropping my hand to sweep across

Beaded heads ...

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I feel nothing except the noise in my head

The unspoken questions

The soundbite words

But this is my day

Much like yesterday and the day before

As I walk through the streets

The park meeting uneasy smiles and hellos

Some blank looks as if the world had been switched off

And back out on to the street where

A woman padded out with too many coats is shouting

Swearing cur...

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Disinterested drizzle begins to hit

The screen thickening into hail

As the cloud moves over the car

Leaving just the hard worn short change breeze

Further on a volley of empty

Beer cans are carried into the wind

Full of rolling chatter across the road

Discharged from a discarded

Dead body black sack

And then the sun

Gives its full blast best

It’s one...

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The door is closed what’s happening.

I don’t understand.

I can’t move

I just lay here in bed

Until they get me up wash and dress me

Give me tablets that I hate

People come in and people go out.

Some talk loudly 

Some are happy

Others seem indifferent

Some come in cleaning

Polishing and dusting

At least I assume they are people but they look more like aliens

R...

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It was a day when all was sunburning stark and bright

And we dressed quickly because it were cold

Eager to assail the outside

With scarves gloves coats and hats

To run across fields

To make our marks

To make men with twigs and carrots and coal

Buttons eyes ears mouth and nose

And we slide down untrammelled virgin hills

Untouched by the hand of man or paw of dog

Roarin...

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The grey of the day

Gives way to the burning orange of the inevitable night

And beneath it falls the deep blue black

That envelops and smooths its way out

Across the day glow lights

Of a thousand streets

And a million stars

Of rain-soaked roads and patchwork fields

Until grey becomes white

And the tired weary girded loins

Can dust down their fears and fright

Saying...

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There are mirrors out there

In the sky

In the trees

In the earth

On the streets

The buildings

The bricks the tiles

They all reflect back at me

Showing me what I see

Showing this is who I am

Showing everything

The grey the black and the bleak

But I see the blue, the bright, bright, blue

The dazzling radiant sun staring back at me

The rain dark and lashing

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In the shadow of the juke box king

Stand the believers and the perjurers

Who seem to so easily to forget almost every thing

While the soulful all sing their songs

Of melancholy and of mirth

Superficial pride rides the internet with did you see that

Wishing for something more than they have become

And another day another week another year is done

Leaving the pokers and the p...

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