Lined up to respect the harder life

A jackass of fools in a tangled steel suitcase

A SHAKING SHIFT OF FURNITURE

He is the pied piper of our times

Who knows how to play the odds

The Pied Piper carries the dreams of his followers

under maples flashing and slashing in an autumn that seems dead.

To dream in the hope the winter will be a subdued epoch

            of da...

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Cowboy erotica removes its Stetson

Eyes of ghost strangers

Sleep like silent fish forks.

don’t eat me, I’m not a pig

My coat isn’t thick enough in the winter

terrifying shop keepers

TAKE THE STAIRS INSTEAD OF THE LIFT

PIG PIG PIG – Bacon Butty anyone?

I ruminate on only blood and brain to haunt

the boneyard of my dreams

drinking a sunset in a spri...

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Love, care and compassion is what you need to show.

Two halves of life, older than sleep's womb

The imaginery giraffe in his dishevelled hat

trumpeted his inherited memory of a unicorn.

Messaging each other pecking away at our personal history

Barking dogs burrow into white chalk cliffs as the muted dead

turn under Stockport bus station

A Porcelain Moment as t...

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Race war frozen in memory

black dogs cast out angles that make me scream inside

This gift of feeling love ends with a thousand

empty days made of silk

In their lives of long distress

The solace of choice, securely made

near the coastal shelf of abstract loneliness

Dancing to Shakespeare and his funky

verses about metaphysical loneness.

The calming mellowness of...

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Boiled ham skies for a man in a

demob suit reflected in glass

Heart founded in tragic stories, a river

of endless tears

Arriving at Bradford Interchange the

Martian General remembered he had

not bought toilet supplies

Walk the walk right at the door

I am travelling the wrong way

on the escalator

ascending to the dark side of the moon

IS THAT OUR...

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Landing craft, full of movement and sound

under the just-boiled moon

We walk the walk and the guardian angel

will always be there.

The crazy people had a lifestyle to change

by choosing a good wash.

Taxi! Follow that moon!

I’m sorry my lights aren’t working.

Fear not my friend is here The Angler Fish

He lives in a hovel surrounded by woodland

Vote for ...

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Gibbons in Fakenham time the trains to Sandy Balls

Dwellers in the summer going somewhere where

            the dead watch the living

Dark, dusky silhouettes looming over us

Tight-lipped art revealed thru’

miraculously unbroken spectacles

Pass the chocolate Limes

These are the everyday resurections

the family blessedly released from the collision

the one you th...

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Too many holidays. Let's go to

Blackpool instead

A citadel, a red crescent, a wing

When oh when - tell me the fighting ends soon

Words weaving pictures

Wonderful windows on the world

Drink the water   Ride the 192

Round we go again, with these selections

Florid foreskins, tea-stained, tobacco

stained perhaps?

As the knife slides into diva flesh

Prin...

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Intense embarrassment, gutted love

The fatal attraction of King George’s ruby letters

proved all too much

The accordion follows the footsteps

of the footnotes of history

up the stairs to the heavy door

Evidence washed ashore, dissonance not delight

and whisperings of the dead

estuary water floods over the road – wet feet walk

I Beech tree is a pedant...

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Proud cufflinks punch drunken bees

fires of furniture at number 92

a sword of death a copper kettle

tick tock tick tock and the

glory of untamed flowers

who love to dance.

United in flames, the music bringing you

together, footnotes in history

Winnie the Pooh is still dancing

motes of morning light on the edge

of a life show doilies and discounted cake...

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Still on the theme of fast trains

And eternal eagles

Welcome to the nasty party

Mutiny is in the making

Easter eggs crush the Christmas decorations

in the days of the New Year. But where

is the hidden message – the missing girl.

OCD rascals play havoc with my pegs

In the blowy greyness we can say anything is true

Window wind is it forever lost?

Blown bl...

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