Risky potential in another file

Back row snog leads to a smoke

Down on the couch with my

Ticket to ride

Carrying yesterday second hand

Across finer memories across leafy roads

And cherish the richest poor child,

Wellies, winkle-pickers, sinking mud.

And Mary pondered these

Things in her heart –

Women are smiles. Love wears wellies.

Telephones are sex...

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Risky potential in another file

Back row snog leads to a smoke

Down on the couch with my

Ticket to ride

Carrying yesterday second hand

Across finer memories across leafy roads

And cherish the richest poor child,

Wellies, winkle-pickers, sinking mud.

And Mary pondered these

Things in her heart –

Women are smiles. Love wears wellies.

Telephones ar...

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Neutral mind draped across grimy windows,

Got to be cocks and screwdrivers

Ducking and diving across unexpected surprises

Policies of strange girls from Blackpool

and Brief Encounters recycled in Staleybridge

Lumps of snot tubes or mask

Red sore skin rubbed to rust

We meet in hospital corridors,

Platforms of abandoned train stations

It was 50 yea...

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A caged bird in Wetherspoon's

Flashing jazz through messy mental maps

On skull-grey stepped buildings

Where books and more books glimpse

of measured escape

Over corridors blocking ways out

edited down stopping feelings

of revenge pleading eases

enchanted in a warped love

Messy murder, mental madness

Who is free and who is caged?

Too many hang-up...

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Will surely be of interest:

http://trishhopkinson.com/2015/07/26/list-of-paying-lit-magsjournals-from-poetry-has-value/

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M60 atop Manchester's posterior cusp

Hurtling force divides and creates, binds and destroys,

Cut me slowly, cut me quick, careful now

Not too deep

Just like Concorde passing over

the viaduct with its engine vibrating

on the tracks

I'm lost. Blocked. What is hidden in the river?

The naked road is rusting away

I follow the arterial route to your heart

Gia...

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A riotous toast to Queen Victoria

the lighter the better, under the table

black dagger stabs my heart

Oh! To be in Anglesea;

so beautiful - 

death, rape, law, sacrifice. The more things change...

And still the penny rolls like a sunset

cascading what it simply used to mean.

We worry not, for our lady still holds

the sky whilst she sings.

The anxiou...

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