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something beautiful Picked
something beautiful god is a song half-heard in the street a yellow fog November evening spent dipping skips for firewood - while dragging home a kicked-in door, floorboards and a busted bed from somewhere down the fly-tip street of cardboard window low-rent housing - homes for single mums, and addicts doing deals on shady corners a harmonium led a choir of voices praising an Eastern deity I listened an eternity ...
I wash my hands of all responsibility
the presumed death of is ...
Monaco 1978. Picked
Kicked In The Side. I was kicked in the side By a man with a smile. His uniform and pistol Gave him away. A policeman No name needed. Just a boot and a smile. More a grin! Accented French. “No sleeping here” On a soft warm beach, In Monaco. Surrounded by the Filthy rich, And yachts by the mile. Limos and porches. A railway Europass and about fifty quid. kipping on the beach With the ...
Homage To Shane MacGowan Picked
One of this centuries finest writers beset by the Irish creatives tendency for self destruction. Of course you're always gonna be better off reading his words than anything I can write about him. Homage to Shane Macgowan I saw a pot of gold Sitting slumped by the road He was beautiful and broken. And shone with alabaster Broken teeth and shame. His words were gold. He was rotting In his prison But still glowed With ...
psalm 22 v 1 Picked
Psalm 22 v 1 ‘Why have you forsaken us?’ Easter Sunday from long neglected cathedra across empty rain cleansed holy squares weedy men in giants’ robes pronounce hackneyed promises of everlasting happiness through microphones to statues, icons, and pigeon flocks at Beachy Head the hopeless queue to cast off their cares singly or in families arm in arm, hand in hand as they go some call out, ‘Geronimo!’ exhibitionists ...
Christmas is Coming
Sometimes we forget the real message ...
This Side of Armageddon Picked
One day soon, the clocks will stop but we shall go on, regardless. Forging new beginnings and sharing restless dreams. I walk by the river often, where nobody goes alone and whisper your name to the wind. For I have to share what makes my heart glad. I shall be there by evening breathless, just in time to catch the golden fire of the sun going down for the very last time and hear ...
The Dawn that Waits
The Dawn that Waits ...
Our priceless abode
snows are melting, the temperature of our solitary nest increasing beyond limit, join hands and act to reduce carbon emissions in the balconies, windows, doorways, porticos attics, terrace of our unique home; for some time, scrap the borders that you have scratched over it, the indigenous people are suffering the most for our expensive habit, look beyond the codes of selfish boundaries, unite in action, not in mere words to save the earth, our priceless ...
Keep doing it
O, my talkative mind! I know you cannot shut up, be silent; so keep saying, I love, I love, I love, I love, I love, I love, I love, I love; that's all you need to do to see the magic, to experience the miracle; you'll stop feeling the void of worthlessness, no longer will you be unconscious, or ashamed of the gap between who you are, and who you aren't, yet pretend to be proud, ...
Sardines
observations on sardines for breakfast and the tramp i meet on the train home ...
East Hull Christmas Picked
East Hull Christmas my time with Tessa was pretty much up I felt it in my water, sex had dwindled from a summer of no holds barred to an autumn of no holds - full stop so when Tess asked if I’d be her school Santa – I figured, I’d misread the runes and told myself I had a chance I do not ‘do’ Christmas for the usual reasons but reckoned ...
Harpooning the Whale
A Lampoon, I think... At any rate, it's the first thing I have penned for an age ...
Waiting
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