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The Moon and Back

Edit (22/3/2010) Thought I’d experiment. Take a stab at the moon; hoped you wouldn’t mind.

9/11 - THE ACT & THE ANSWER

Having read Ewan's deservedly cherrypicked "Where Were You When..." (I watched events unfold in my office on the internet) I have decided to post this old poem of mine

BUST or….BUST??

Inspired by a recent documentary, this poem may offend, so please read carefully.

Chapter Five: A Good Pot of Red Sauce.

Chapter Five..

Dead Time

I gots monsters on my fingers When I type, their dead skin lingers When I shove a spike, down through my chin When I suck hard An’ inhale high within When I look up to the sky

An Ode to Crows

Some folks will tell you about the beauty of Eagles soaring, great owls of learning, of proud-chested hawks, or doves with feathers as soft as velvet and voices soft as silk
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Stuck!

Many years ago, when I was a child, I was involved in a tragic accident. I can just about remember the police helicopter landing in the field behind our house, but the rest is a blur.

DO NOT

make me into an image which flies into oblivion, embraces bliss, turns into a burning light which burns out when all things are seen... do not, have pity on me Lord,

Street Music

what it says...

Irony

Irony

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