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An open letter to cancer

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An Open Letter to Cancer

 

Dear Cancer.

This could be a letter.

But its more a flow

That means much more.

Conscious-less rantings.

To break your cancerous bindings.

I tried to unpack the lidl supermarket bag with the pictures from the service the other day. The same lidl bag that we'd packed so many times for the drive to Leeds. Sentimentality for a brown battered paper Lid...

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All we are saying is give peace a chance 1980

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All we are saying is give peace a chance 1980 (John would be eighty this year)

 

Eighth of December  nineteen eighty.

John David Chapman took all that’s free.

A shot to the back four times was all it took

And all of the peacemaker went to fuck.

 

I was standing in the kitchen

One Herschel Road, Forrest Hill,

South London with the radio on

When I heard of the shot of t...

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Lost Love I miss You My Glasgow Girl

Love lost

 

I lost myself today

Or maybe yesterday.

I walk these streets of grey

Unable to stop and stay.

 

I look upon your face

And feel lost loves disgrace.

I wander why you smile

As I wander mile upon mile.

 

The dishonesty in my head

Lays me down on liars bed.

I want to slash and burn

As I see the filth and turn.

 

Death walks alongside, a sh...

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The Twenty-seven Club

 

 

 

Lost at twenty-seven 

Robert played them blues

Only twenty seven

And the ole devil got his dues.

 

Lost at twenty seven

He was the first, Johnson

He played them blues

But that ole devil came for his dues.

 

Janis Joplin sang us her heart

She was only twenty seven

When he came for her

Yes she payed her dues.

 

Jimmy Morrison rocked the wor...

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Sorry Love.

 

Sorry Love.

 

The band was shit!

Its name disappeared.

Gone from the bottom

of drink soaked memory.

 

I held a pint

mixed.

Half bitter half mild.

I remember that.

 

We stood at the back

I wore black

Flares on legs

And sand shoes.

 

You stood

Arm around me

Around slim waist.

Meaning something.

 

I stared into

A far off place.

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New York New York 1980's

 

Leaving the noise of yellow cabs

Touting for business

In poisonous fume filled ghetto

Egyptian American driver

“Here”

But not here

They say and stare

“Not here. Idiot”.

“Not here man”.

 

Stumbling life blind 

Through the mists

And through the twists

And breathing the stinking air

Fetid furious oxygen theft 

Buildings cov...

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Jack Dempsey New York New York.

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Jack Dempsey’s NY 1980

 

Oh god. Oh Dear.

A hangover in New York New York.

Small recollections through

hazes of alcohol pulsed pain.

Shaking fingers fumbling 

for coffee and cigarette.

In a dark wood cased  cabin

from sweat stinking bunk.

A million other people

who jerked through the same dance.

Night before around the world.

I stepped in time with you.

 

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Clean dry socks, Falklands 1982.

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We sat and cleaned,
We sat and polished,
We sat and oiled,
We sat and checked
The action.
We sat and checked
Our mags.
We counted spare mags,
Filled them with caress.
We counted grenades.
We looked to the horizon.
We looked for the airport.
Changed our socks.

We were cold,
We were battered
And we were soaked.
Thank god there’s
Always a joker.
The great artiste
One in every room.
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Leaves up.

Leaves end leaving.

 

My leaves up.

My backs up.

Back to the boys

Who I’ll always know.

But I’ll find them.

And I’ll learn

to love em.

Each and every one.

Again.

 

Bound in adversity.

We staggered 

through the pain

Lost in love

Twirling in the rain.

With a whiskey

And a rum

We’ll start it all again.

 

Its time to don

The uniform

...

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I'm all Lost. In The Supermarket

I went to the supermarket,

Right in my car I parked it.

I washed my hands,

Pulled on my mask.

 

I cleaned the handles

Of the black plastic basket

I’m not one to risk it.

So I did the safety.

 

I walked around.

A lovely cob,

A micro meal,

Some milk green top.

 

I walked along the arrows

That defined the narrows.

A guy came the other way.

He had ...

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My Crazy Diamond two

My Crazy Diamond

 

As these words cascade upon the page

I feel a hole inside

Sometimes I shine like you

My crazy diamond.

All my friends say its good to have you back

But I’m not there

I’ll spend another day

Just staring at these four walls.

Come crashing down,

I smash my flat up again.

Silence deafens now

As these words cascade upon the page

I feel that y...

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Gods supermarket

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I went to the supermarket,

Right in my car I parked it.

I washed my hands,

Pulled on my mask.

 

I cleaned the handles

Of the black plastic basket

I’m not one to risk it.

So I did the safety.

 

I walked around.

A lovely cob,

A micro meal,

Some milk green top.

 

I walked along the arrows

That defined the narrows.

A guy came the other way.

He had ...

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Devil take you

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Devil take you

 

The mists wreath the mountain tops

The cold seeps through you like tiny drops

There’s a gathering storm in those towers of stone

As you stare standing there almost alone.

 

The gods are absent from this scene

As you lose your mind to the dark and the dank

He’s rolling down an unbeaten path

Like an undiagnosed psychopath

 

His staring eyes red wi...

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The Liars Smile.

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The Liars Smile

 

I sat and held your hand

A thousand times again.

Sometimes we heard 

The strumming of a band.

And I sat and held your hand.

We swapped smiles that

I couldn’t understand.

 

As you laid in that

Hospital bed.

I often felt forlorn

There’s a smashing

In my head. Sat in silence.

Just feeling like violence.

 

I slipped away

To the pa...

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Sell your soul

 

He’ll reach into your heart

Find all those pieces

Torn apart and bring em back.

The good and the bad

Battling for the surface

Heat like a furnace.

 

He’ll probe your mind

With his molten fingers of brimstone

Digging for that touch.

That touch to take you to hell.

As he ignores your tearful yell.

But its what you wanted.

 

You stoond ...

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Impulse

Cold Steel 1982

 

I don’t know

I cant stand

What is in my head

Or what is in my hand.

 

Should I care

ShouldI dare?

I have

And it was exhilarating.

 

I placed the hard steel

My mouth took it

aimed at my thoughts,

A squeeze of the finger away.

 

The steel was cold

Upon my lips.

Rear sight 

Felt within my teeth.

 

One more pound

Of...

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Splashing along

Splashing Along

 

Splashing along 

In muddy water

Past the wall

Behind which

The off white

Ageless

Stones stare

Back at 

Wanderers

And seekers

And pilgrims

And guests

Memento Mori

 

Seeking words

In ancient 

Tomes of beauty

From long list

Of names

From long lost

Homes 

And forgotten

Names

Of every type

And custom

And ...

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TikTok TikTok Tik Tok Times running out...... edited

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TikTok TikTok TikTok times running out.

 

I watched Trump on the TV set

When a loud knocking

Was at my door.

I’d just come from my shower floor.

So I put on a dressing gown.

 

She stood there wearing a mask

I wandered who I was afraid to ask.

Had I seen her before?

My mate came round 

He had a Hauwai phone

He makes plastic tops for plastic bottles

Here he ...

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A soldiers tale 1982

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Soldiers tale. 1982

 

Dressed as a pauper.

looks like a thief.

Pushing the boundaries 

Of your disbelief.

The raggedy man

in raggedy pants.

Arguing loudly

incoherent rants.

Stares covered in shame

Thinking of different

things to blame.

Don’t talk to him

he’s only a tramp.

Stay away from

his miserable stance.

Heap your scorn

on his shambling for...

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Accross the ocean. Falklands 1982.

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Face Down

 

I saw him face down in the dirt

We turned him over softly

Almost covertly.

Three small holes

All we could see.

Sightless eyes

Looking at us.

Farewell my brother

We’ll always love you.

We’ll carry you gently

And lay you to rest

That awful black bag

Does you no justice

For the times you 

Laughed and brought

Us some freedom.

I don’t kn...

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Dreamtime?

Dreamtime

 

I walked around cause I’d had a dream

All the people wandering what they seen

I lit a cigarette on a well scratched box

Looking up I thought I saw a fox

I looked again mad and keen

Searching for the message from my dream

Only suicide is the big question to ask

Camus wrote that on a napkin before the book

Yep I felt like Sisyphus climbing up that hill

I ...

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In his image.

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In his image.

 

Stumbling through the chaotic selfish masses,

whose passing kicks and punches at honesty

destroy the desultory syntax that paranoia inflicted.

Curling the lips of the long kindred spirits.

Lips curling with semi happiness of nervous distrust

Lips curling with the comfort blanket of disbelief.

Brown kids looking at white kids thinking your a liar

White kid...

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Nicky

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Nicky Nicholson New Zealand 1999

 

His hands shook

His face contorted 

He fought with 

His stomach

Every morning

Palsy’d whiskey

Into his coffee

At breakfast

Thought no one

Noticed

As his new day 

Was inhaled past

His vomit rotted

Teeth.

 

His breath stunk

His skin was

pallid

He hadn’t washed

His eyes 

Were like

Dark

Stained g...

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The Winning Goal

Blood money

 

What is it

said

Just before bed

Or intrusion

In your head

Or interrupt

Like a pixel fool

Your football fix

Schedule

How many?

You don’t remember.

What……?

How many goals

Three to two

You’ll never forget

Had a winning bet.

How many

You don’t recall

But you love

That winning goal

What….?

I’m just saying

Bodies by th...

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The Only People For Me........

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The only people for me.... 

 

Are the mad ones.

The ones who flare and flame,

Blast their way

Across the universe

In words of all kinds.

Babbling coherent

And incoherent as…

They fight to find 

The world to live on.

 

Shabby looking,

Slim from lack

Of sustainable

Edibles.

They shine the brightest.

Flying high

On drugs and drink

And way out i...

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Cancer...... I hate you.

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Cancer I hate you.

 

This isn’t a poem

Maybe it is

Maybe its quiet words whispered in the ear 

Yet shouted out the loudest

of the one who needs to lave the room. 

Cancer I hate you. 

I have no alternative points of view.

Only… cancer I hate you.

I know your not a person.

But I still hate you.

Cancer, you are a medical terrorist.

You stand top of my list.

I...

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Truths Vanish

Truths vanish

 

 

Truths vanish 

As history is written

Smoke wreathes around

Time upon time

The reflections of broken mirrors 

The refractions of shards

Placed to trap dullards

Whose minds travel in a heard.

 

Truths vanish

Upon the alter of greed

Perceived greater need

For those to feed

Whose snouts already bleed

From trammelling in the seeds

...

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Kill Them All

The middle men. 2016

 

Kill them all

Said the man 

who sent

The man with

The vest

 

Kill them all

Said the man

Who ordered

The man

Who drives

The drone

 

Kill them all

Said the Sheik

To the pilot

Who hit

The tower

 

Kill them all

Said the man

To the pilot

Who commands

The B52 overhead

 

Kill them all 

Said the man

...

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Truths Vanish

Truths vanish

 

 

Truths vanish 

As history is written

Smoke wreathes around

Time upon time

The reflections of broken mirrors 

The refractions of shards

Placed to trap dullards

Whose minds travel in a heard.

 

Truths vanish

Upon the alter of greed

Perceived greater need

For those to feed

Whose snouts already bleed

From trammelling in the seeds

...

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Pals

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Pals

 

10.000

20.000

30.000

40.000

50.000….

 

…100.000

A million.

Khaki shades

Young heroes

Old heroes

Scared heroes

Brave heroes

 

Just to turn out

Is hero enough.

Measure.

 

Going home

gloriously

North

On a carpet

Of red

 

From a pit

Of brown

And betrayel

Of ignorance

 

Pals

Together forever

The lu...

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Fuck Them That Aint Us

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Fuck Them That Aint Us

 

Fuck them

That aint us

Amen

 

In the pain 

And overflowing

Disdain for

Those we call

Warriors

 

Is the greatest 

Of us

Hiding under

Bushells

Of damage 

And fear

 

Hold them near

Tight

And dear

Drink their

Fear

To understand

The truth

Of your own lives

 

They are your

Reality

Living ne...

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“We’re going down the pub 1978”

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“We’re going down the pub”!

 

The speed spread

Through my head

As I ran laughing

Seeing it all.

Oi Oi.

 

Peoples faces,

everyone shining

Like glass lightening.

Some smiled back.

"White riot I want a riot"!

 

My feet danced

In puddles of light

As I danced

The dance all right.

I could run right through the night.

 

I crossed the puddles

...

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All we are saying is give peace a chance

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All we are saying is give peace a chance

 

Eighth of December  nineteen eighty.

John David Chapman took all that’s free.

A shot to the back four times was all it took

And all of the peacemaker went to fuck.

 

I was standing in the kitchen

One Herschel Road, Forrest Hill,

South London with the radio on

When I heard of the shot of the gun.

 

My hands were befitted...

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Panama with love.

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Panama 1983

 

I used to potter close and afar

In plain clothes for a job.

In late nineteen eighty three I went to Panama.

Strange it seems although the boss was Noriega

I found Panama quite a delight. 

Especially upon a night.

It was my fifth time there so I was aware 

the guys on customs could be quite a pair.

But nothing $20 US couldn’t sort fair and square.

Each...

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Love from the barrel of a gun

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I lost myself today

Or maybe yesterday.

I walk these streets of grey

Unable to stop and stay.

 

I look upon your face

And feel lost loves disgrace.

I wander why you smile

As I wander mile upon mile.

 

The dishonesty in my head

Lays me down on liars bed.

I want to slash and burn

As I see the filth and turn.

 

Death walks alongside, a shade.

A shade lo...

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Valparaiso around Cape Horn 1985.

 

Bob Dylan 

Guided people to their places

In the cemetery

Wearing a top hat

We were gone

Going

To Valparaiso

The Horn was sick and busy

I vomited my breakfast.

Pinochet welcomed us

With hands held out.

Marlborough and whiskey and 

Threats with burp guns.

Dont mention Pablo…

Don’t mention the Stadium de Santiago.

...

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Cold Steel

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Cold Steel 1982

 

I don’t know

I cant stand

What is in my head

Or what is in my hand.

 

Should I care

ShouldI dare?

I have

And it was exhilarating.

 

I placed the hard steel

My mouth took it

aimed at my thoughts,

A squeeze of the finger away.

 

The steel was cold

Upon my lips.

Rear sight 

Felt within my teeth.

 

One more pound

Of...

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Fuck Them That Aint Us

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Fuck Them That Aint Us

 

Fuck them

That aint us

Amen

 

In the pain 

And overflowing

Disdain for

Those we call

Warriors

 

Is the greatest 

Of us

Hiding under

Bushells

Of damage 

And fear

 

Hold them near

Tight

And dear

Drink their

Fear

To understand

The truth

Of your own lives

 

They are your

Reality

Living ne...

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Take the ugly things

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Take the ugly things

 

Take the ugly things

The twisted forlorn

Fallow empty cold

Ugly things.

The despised, feral

rancid vapid tepid

Broken things.

The ambitions

the contradictions.

that bastardise

humanity and 

kick human frailty.

Into damaged things.

To progress on

Imagined ladder

built on the rotten

Wood of greed.

Greed ugly creed.

Fo...

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There's danger near Falklands 1982

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There's danger near Falklands 1982

 

Stop! Stop!

There’s danger near.

Maybe right here.

A careful bending 

of the knee.

 

Maybe a hundred bodies.

Maybe more

All along that

Bloody shore

From a distance looking 

Like potato sacks.

 

Helmets, FN rifles,

Machine guns,

Helmets and packs

Anything to lighten

The load upon that bloody road.

 

...

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The Crossroads

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When your lost on a path down the darkest of highways

When you don’t have a light to lead down the byways

When the roads all converge on the charcoal tunnels

And the skyways take you to the dark smoking funnels

 

When you look in the mirror and the bogey man stares back

When you formulate peace into your plan of attack

But looking around shows you only the corners

...

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The Liars Smile.

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The Liars Smile

 

I sat and held your hand

A thousand times again.

Sometimes we heard 

The strumming of a band.

And I sat and held your hand.

We swapped smiles that

I couldn’t understand.

 

As you laid in that

Hospital bed.

I often felt forlorn

There’s a smashing

In my head. Sat in silence.

Just feeling like violence.

 

I slipped away

To the pa...

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The Anti Shanty

Take yer shanties and shove em 2016 Or the Anti Shanty.

 

Take yer shanties and shove em.

Take yer white foam flying.

Take yer fair winds blowing.

Take yer furrows following fucking freely.

And shove em.

 

Yer songs about masts and sails

and rolling, rollicking singing and fun in gail’s.

Phoney fallacious frigging fantasy folklore.

Unreal figures dancing and pranci...

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Books

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The Bookshop

 

Walking on squeaky floorboards

Occupying space

Previously walked

At a nurtured pace.

 

How much time

Have people taken

To scan the walls

And see the books?

 

The smell of written beauty

In a time of pixels

Smell the pages

Of history.

 

Looking through

Piles of literary minds

Looking for that goldmine.

That transports and en...

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Days Defined

When you have cancer

 

When you have cancer

The world becomes smaller.

The world becomes hospitals.

Chemicals and Nabilone.

Hope and dreams to confess.

             Free for you from the NHS.

So the world is smaller

Yet its also bigger.

Because the fight that you make

Is the same all over the world.

Unless its America.

Dollars mean care.

We get it for free...

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Pub 2019

 

Walked from the emptiness

of a grey cold flat

onto grey cold streets

made greyer by the seeping

misery of rain

that isn’t quite rain.

Walked the dank streets of oblivion

to a bar, the bar.

There’s the smiling faces.

Josh like a son

smiles and big brain

Big Mike with

gentlest smile on earth.

Dylan walking his own path

spreading happiness.

...

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The Old/New Estate

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The Estate

 

Kids with kids in

Second hand push chairs

Walking line ahead

Lad at the front

Mother and baby

To the back

Followers.

Its how its done

When your hard enough.

 

Burberry caps and Adidas tracksuits

Nike sneakers cheap knock offs.

Big earrings gold in colour.

Make up layered upon layer.

Stoned. Started at lunch times

On the school field

...

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Hellhounds on my trail

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Stumbling through rows

Upon rows….

Of headless flowers.

Wandering wildly

At the assassination

Of such beauty.

 

Someone told me at school

There was a heaven

And a headman whose name

Was god.

They told me of gates above

And endless caress of love.

 

And another place of fire

That waited for me if

I strayed from paths so dire.

But I never believed f...

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Inheritance 1996 New Zealand

 

Granny

Grateful widow

Granddad

Misogynist with

Drink and fists

Uncle George

Uncle Ernie

Uncle Fred

Coldstream guardsmen

Aunty Frieda hard working mam

Aunty Jenny shop boss

My dad Dave

Uncle Tommy

In the shipyards

Mum a seamstress

Till I appeared 

Ernie war hero

George boxing hero

Fred docking hero

Dad my ...

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What was tonight?

Whiskey and water.

Beer,

Arguments surreptitiously

Heard.

“My husbands a cunt.

But I stay with him.

He fucked the next door neighbour!

I told that bitch and she left.”

Cigarette passes between lips.

Smoke inhaled.

Scared of the night.

Afraid to leave, 

Afraid to stay.

Lost in a miasma

Of friendship love and fear.

Strangers awash in ...

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