Category Archives: THAT’S ME IN THE MIDDLE

INCOGNITO BEACH BALL .. .

incognito beach ball .. . incognito beach ball .. . incognito beach ball .. .   I am finally deadand rolling around off shoulderof both defiant and livingwho cried freedom but have similarlygiven up the glory of recognitionsurrendered to nightmare … Continue reading

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DEAD END STREET .. .

dead end street .. . There’s a crack up in the ceiling     and the kitchen sink is leaking’                                         … Continue reading

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[PUBLIC INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY] -trademark zer0™

[ public intellectual property ] – trademark zer0™ public intellectual property of a similar name like the film in which Spielberg pinches scenes of diners eating – monkey brains we step into the mall buy some labour-driven coffee confronted by … Continue reading

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ENDLESS THE MARCH IN TIME .. .

endless the march in time .. . .. . .. the endless march in time           and the beat of your heartI see the wolves teeth bared         and hear the threatening thunderthe … Continue reading

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AN ODE TO A BOTTLE OF TULLAMORE DEW .. .

An Ode to a Bottle of Tullamore Dew If thou being philosophical were an oil painting     wrested of nazi crates, a stolen treasure a carafe discovered, a hidden artefact     one piece of art, the beauty of … Continue reading

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ME AND WALT WHITMAN .. .

Me and Walt Whitman .. . .. We grew out of Long Island, ManhattanIt is where my father died, I am not afraidto speak of it, my father wrote of Watergateme and Walt we wrote it down together Walt and … Continue reading

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THE PAPER BOY .. .

.. The Paper Boy .. . .     …   …   …   .                   I had been a compulsive since I was seven    or was it seventeen?    we … Continue reading

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ALONE WITH VOID .. .

Alone With Void .. . It was not that I began to hear voices which signalled my anxiety it was more tears that began to flow at really most anything the line of a song an irrational concern for someone … Continue reading

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O’ CAROL .. .

O’ CAROL I AM BUT A FOOL (the 1st kiss) .. Her name was Carol, of curly hair, a most happy disposition I am sure I had kissed other girls, even before the age of seven Gill who had a … Continue reading

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NINETEEN .. .

NINETEEN .. . . Nineteen, I started writing when I was nineteen but that’s a lie The child became a man when he had learned to cry If I was nineteen today I might just long to die \.. . … Continue reading

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