The Plagiarist

I plucked a fern from Dylan's hill, cut the 'H' from Ginsberg's 'Howl', nicked some lines from R McGough, regurgitated them wholesale. I robbed a phrase from Mr Hughes,

Friend Reunited?

Early morning halflight I look for clues scour halfread books listen for whispers in favourite music tangible riffs tangled in memory. I look for clues hints of mindset

The real reflection

The cold water hits his face snapping everything back into focus, he raises his eyes and glances in the glass, the mirror on the wall, And he doesn't see what everyone else sees

The Outside Plant

Febuary 9, 2010

Karma

Karma It's karma I tell myself over and over it's karma This way I can escape the pain That maybe I WAS a victim It was not my fault But it was 'Cause this is karma Karma

Escape

You're surrounded By hate and anger A constant disappointment So build the perfect sheild To protect yourself Block out what everyone says And trust no one but yourself
Cherry

Frankie Goes to Summer Camp (I.P.)

“On far-off fields, by elm and oak, I see the lights. The Camp-fires of the Past are burning.” Henry Van Dyke ‘Indian Summer’

MERIDIAN

Meridian
Cherry

To Speak

Sometimes, they’d come like a racing waterfall over mossy rocks, Flooding the spaces, Forming life or at the very least a bit of green.

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