You
I look into the vortex and it's you. Surrounded by the madness of shattered homes and lives. Drawing me deep and down into the night. The end of everything but you.
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In Shady Cloisters (IP)
Resigned to history, its Art Deco, stained glass windows.
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Oblivious to the Obvious
What I could normally see, I can see no more, Blind to what stares me in the face, My vision suddenly blurred, Others hand me aids, To help me see more clearly, Clouded in too much thought,
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Every Kiss Does NOT Begin With Kay (an excerpt from my book, The Kind-Hearted Smartass)
Between the music, the dialogue and the acting, these Kay commercials come across to me as a hybrid of a soap opera and an awful made-for-TV movie.
A Rat in a Cage (a poem from my book, Seasons Come, People Grow)
Begged and bribed, Pellets coming my way, Running about, doing tricks, Just a rat in a cage, Grabbed by the tail, Laid about on the scale, How much will I receive this time?
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Along the Cat's Back
(at the edge of Black Mountains, Olchon valley)
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Love On The Dole
Love on the dole is.... Like.... Chip-paper without chips Or a fag without a light Yes we all rally together But we still can't stop The bite. And the...
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Shared Misgivings
Well, once you have fully greased the underside of you stock-control assistant, then there is little to stop you attaching the cowbell to the suitably-restrained geography supply teacher.
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Murder at the Quacking Duck.
Bit by bit reality sunk in, pieces of a jigsaw started coming together turning chaos very gradually into order, but many pieces were missing or in the wrong place
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