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Last night the moon

orange sickle bright

seemed too large, low

hung over hedges


briefly eclipsed

by passing trees

dimmed by

closer light yet


always the lit



its umbral orb


to me -

I was driving

in the moondark


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5th September 2018



on the drive home

the transcendent wonder

of the clear ice blue rimmed with golden pink

and the blackness of trees

horizon silhouettes

and bats

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Cooling Towers

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Parking the car
out by the cooling towers
breathe the quiet in
lit by the moon
not going anywhere

Thinking on
all those sad miles behind me...

Remember when we were nineteen
kissing in the back seat
tucked into the kerb
lit by our lust
not going anywhere

Thinking on
all those mad miles behind me...

When we were nineteen
everything was a fire
everything was flame
but everyt...

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Racing Back to London

Veering through Northern valleys
Nocturnal nomad chasing lights
Squinting through misty glass at
Rural black
Hills rising raucously
Perfidious silhouettes whispering
Shadows looming
GPS. Reroute. M1. 
Settings were fucked - avoid motorways? 
No wonder

Back to the linear path
Diving towards the sprawling metropolis
Hours to go.
Adjusting frequencies -
The Wind Cries Mary.

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Chapter 12: Believe

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Driving back home after a long night of dancing

He’s soundly asleep in the car, living out his dreams

Where he can fly high as clouds in the sky

Or swim in the deepest of the blue seas


It's an odd feeling

Helping someone find themselves

Or maybe I was helping to find myself

Such a strange situation


Honestly, I’ve just been avoiding everything

And I feel like a ...

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Bunfight At The Kerbside Corral


She stands at the kerbside
It's what she does best
Stopping the traffic
In her high vis vest 
She scans all around
Through silted eyes
Never once blinking
Sight set on the prize
A battle of wills
Is the name of the game
Everyday is different
Yet always the same
She rocks too and fro
On the balls of her feet
Sideways glances
Up and do...

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Night is blinding

The road seems eternal with colorless blobs surrounding its path

With little to look at leaving me fearful and uncertain

It twists and turns as if a blowing curtain

The moon sheds some light 

Too weak to guide my way

It sits and awaits to be chase by the sun

And reveal this dark world around

So I will follow this road till tomorrow

And begin once again

On a new horizon's...

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Just A Simple Trip

riding through the wild ways

the green lays

the driven baize

and blinded

by the rain brilliant

bitumen burnishing

sun strafed degenerate rays

every crested rise

revealed an air superior

gray dicing the mazarine,

slicing the fourteen plus,

between here

and where I should have been

no storied moral here

just a simple trip

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Please keep on the grass

Please keep on the grass

Smoking allowed

Nine people in this lift

Play your music loud

Please play ball games

By the entry sign

No speed limit

No closing time

22 units every week

Leave open the gate

Don’t sign in on entry

Stay out until late

Please unfasten your seatbelt

This will be an unpleasant ride

Don’t say I didn’t warn you


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Mirror Signal Manoeuvre

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>>. Comedy is always good medicine . <<
The skidding of a tyres and a gob full of glass
shards down my cleavage
whiplash and bruises
I'm useless behind a wheel, I feel
Eleven months, three tests and still not passed
can't drive for toffee and it certainly shows.
Mirror, signal manoeuvre, shit!
Oh my word, was that someone's cat I hit?

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