My cluttered chaos is full

of every obsession I’ve ever met,

filled up in every safe place

and angular dark recess.

Furnished with retired vinyl,

CD’s and used up books. Featuring

the songs and subjects

that grabbed me with their tender hooks.

Memorabilia revealing

my secret space of dreams

with no dividing walls

and awkward ceiling beams.

Diffi...

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Wastelands

Canal side moorings and old mills

Stretch their northern roots into the collapsed rubble

Of Industrialised wreckage

Overgrown with harsh grass and weeds

An old man sits at the side of the grey water

And dips a hopeful line into its murky depths

There are parts of old bikes and shopping trolleys

Poking from the surface like Leviathan bones

Paths ...

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