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My stories
The First Bliss
January 1987. And the number one song in heaven. 'Reet Petite' by Jackie Wilson. The radios of Berwick Street market, chiming crackled soul. And do you remember? it was the worst for years.
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Family Life
There's indentations, on the chipboard wall. From bedposts, punched sex, and addiction. Take away menus, on the door mat. Glossing over red gasbills. Her birthday card.
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- 1482 reads
April 12th And The Hard Boiled Egg
And all these tears that I have steamed whilst sitting here These past years and a day has caught up with me My runaway trains * I'm sporting a recognised grin
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Fishtails
Driving with you, To the coast of Kent. Laughing and singing. It’s our day out. I stroke your hand Between shifting the gears. I rub your neck. Because I can’t reach to kiss.
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Your Wee Small Hour
Brains of a rocking horse. Leading you to the petrol tank. Drinking in the bad day. A trash can Sinatra hue. Sinks you. And you can murmur your life, for a dollar quart.
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- 1120 reads