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A visit to Vancouver BC.  24 Hours of Love. Ive often wandered if I’ve kissed The serial killer in our midst. I was on a bit of a sailing manoeuvre  Across in rainy dank Vancouver Her name was Mona, Mona Bird  Yes lemon curds the rhymah. And her mothers name was Mynah. Occasionally worried about the strife  Cause she always carried a knife Met her in a club in Gas-town Vancouver city  The Orange Five, ...

This is a repost of a ranty post I wrote pre-Covid 19.  ...

To be somebody.  You have to be somebody else. Not an imitation. Or intimation. You have to be somebody else.   On a hill.  Over looking a place.  Somewhere nowhere.  White. Smoke. Cloud. Candle. Some larger remains.  Blown in breeze.  The only chance of escape.  Souls on a southerly.  Inside. Nothing more than a. Pit. At 44 °C. Death will occur. Some have survived up to 46.5 °C. On a hill. In a house.   A woman ...

Check the bolt Falklands Two. Check the bolt For action Hands slip and slide Mud and sweat Sweat and mud “Alright mate” “Aye” “Alright mate” “Aye” “We’ll be alright” “Aye” Said a thousand times  a thousand times “Alright mate” “Aye” Check the bayonet Check the bolt Check the mag. Fucking hands Shake And sweat Fucking hands Shake “Alright mate” Fuck fuck fuck fuck! “Alright mate”. Nearly  Pissed me kecks. Its ok. Haha couldn’t  get to ...

Ah' Chris mate. 8th June 1982. Falklands One Ah’ Chris mate, What a fate, We’d laughed  and cavorted Before the fun. I’d had sex In Pompey And lots of rum. It’d take a lot To make us run. You in your engine room Me in mine. All seemed well All seemed fine. Your ship Was knightly Mine was grey. As we both looked Out on that misty day. We’d just spoken Just said g’day. From ...

I was brought up on a housing estate, eventually I escaped into words. My life changed when I was in a pub and met a girl who was ay Uni doing Lit who I shared speed with as we listened to a band, then we went back to hers and had sex. She was showering and laid beside the bed Wass a copy of the "Plague" Albert Camus. She saw me flicking through it and ...

I wanted to see the Bronx in 1980. Music, atmosphere, truth, bathe in more reality. New York New York 1980 Leaving the noise of yellow cabs Touting for business In poisonous fume filled ghetto Egyptian American driver “Here”? "But not here" They say and stare “Not here. Idiot”. “Not here man”. Stumbling life blind  Through the mists And through the twists And breathing the stinking air Fetid furious oxygen theft  Buildings covered in art 1980 ...

One of many trips to South and Latin America. Where I always sought out the "real" sometimes abstract, and attempted to be part of it as opposed to gawker. The YouTube links are because I love them and they tell a story I feel. Also I wish I could have met and fallen in love with Lotte Lenya in 1933 Germany and we would flee the Nazis together to Paris with the communist Bertolt Brecht ...

Although never previously published, I have rewritten this piece extensively. Thirteen years later I can review those words and thoughts with less emotional involvement, but, I feel, with razor-sharp truth ...

In 1983 I visited a rare place, no Malaga this ...

The art of communication ...

Ever wondered when countries borrow billions just where the money comes from? I can explain on a micro-scale A billionaire’s yacht once sailed To a small Greek island (economy failed) The hotel’s ballroom he booked (Paid cash) To hold his daughter’s birthday bash One thousand dollars he laid down Then went off to explore the town Hotelier’s heart leapt with joy He sent for his errand boy Sent him dashing down the street To pay ...

My take on this vile virus. Hopefully it will soon be gone.  ...

As I turned away from my door it hit me hard for sure. Stark realty dawned that day, my folks I have to go. No work, no food, no hope and little future. What choice did I have but to turn and walk away? Never to see your faces again, I cried and wondered why. To leave the bosom of my family, to venture out to where. Goodbye my loves, hello cruel world, for its ...

Cone crushers have been used as primary, secondary and tertiary crushers for quite a long time ...