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My Apex Window – London Bridge and the Odeon, Leicester Square It’s falling down, it’s falling down the world we made is falling down down into a hole named Abi-synia Desolate mountaineering when the guides have all gone home you … Continue reading

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BLUNTNESS WITH A LITTLE GRAVY!

BLUNTNESS  WITH A LITTLE GRAVY .. . A black sun sets on the yellow sea, splashed golden   trees whistling strangely, pyramids the grey mountains this mauved sea, twisting and turning, a whore at her work   turns men’s minds … Continue reading

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THE INVASION OF THE A.M.A.T.E.U.R.S

The Invasion of the A.M.A.T.E.U.R.S                                       War we always have with us… West of pier point on the cusp of Ben Hazi … Continue reading

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I BOUGHT BUKOWSKI

I bought Bukowski I bought Bukowski .. . I bought BukowskiI bought White Stripesseven deaths on Lincolnshire roads where I livethe rain still falling on the window ledge outsidesexy as suck I bought into BukowskiI bought into Seamus Heaney toomy … Continue reading

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BRITAIN HAS ITS BISCUITS

Britain Has Its Biscuits .. .   Alongside the apothecary of jars and potionsthe baker’s biscuit designed to aid digestionwas accepted by the nation not bicarbonatebut by skill in appropriating diffused libations In this regard it waits in line behind … Continue reading

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THE AMATEURS

The Amateurs Two sportsmen were approaching, followed by a three, a five, a six This band of amateurs coming after me to carry me home on sweat-soaked shoulders, shirts cotton, buttoned down Hooped, green-yellow; striped red-white, fearsome sightOn cold community … Continue reading

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BOXER

    BOXER . . Boxer, can you see through bloodied vision?this conflict born from all of Adam’s sonssubterfuge meets necessity in life’s arena He stands alone who thinks alone homelesswho battles indecision and oppressionor who stands for his own … Continue reading

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A VIEW BY THE SEA

A View By The Sea . .. The dead die young Ernest Albert Bett your concrete grave is a trough with no pigs yet in it just convolvulus and ivy I stepped across your withered torso the silence of the … Continue reading

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THE AMATEUR

The Amateur .. . EDITION ONE .. . The amateur who carries a nickel flask       stumbles cold around up on prospector hill always less dangerous than the fanatic      who stands manacled to his redoubted past … Continue reading

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LEARNING TO GRIEVE .. .

LEARNING TO GRIEVE .. . And I upon my kneesadvancing stealthilyhaving miles to travelbackward in my mindor then forward among those signpoststhat become gravestonesI glance across my shoulderwonder am I doing it ?a priests waythe correct waythe way that he … Continue reading

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