Pieces of 8

With our rings

Of gold 

And our hearts

Of silver

And our lead boots

Waiting

To trudge 

Out to sea 

We pour through

The gaps

Spill through 

The fissures

Spitting and

Snarling

And bleeding

We glare 

At the pirates

As we shuffle

Forwards

To collect 

Our pieces of 

Eight 

And we punch 

Our drunkeness 

Into the faulty 

Machine 

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In the first place

Am I 

Just playing 

At this game 

We call 

Living?

 

Because 

I tell you 

Now 

I haven’t a clue

What is going 

On

My hair

Or what is 

Left 

Of it 

Is turning 

Silver 

As though 

The value of 

My thoughts 

Are finally

Being 

Appreciated 

By my body 

At least 

If

Nothing else 

 

And my vision

Is suffering 

I...

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New kinds of evil

New kinds of evil

Dripping out of 

My skin

Seeping out of 

My pores 

Are you threatening 

Me 

Am I intimidated by 

You 

Do you think

Your age and 

Your

(Lack)

Of experience 

Can get close 

To me 

Can make me 

Lose 

Sleep

Make me 

Sweat 

Oh

You don’t know 

Me at 

All

You

Misjudged 

The rage 

You failed to 

See

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New Born

 

There is a

Baby sleeping 

And as yet 

She knows nothing 

Of this world 

And somehow 

She knows 

everything 

 

She dreams 

In a space 

Betwixt 

Two holes

The gap that is 

Your world

And the space 

Which 

Will be hers

And 

For now

She knows little 

Of either 

Though it 

Is painted 

In the lines 

Of her soft skin

And ...

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Stepping out

We’re not 

Special people 

We don’t tread the boards

Entertaining 

The masses 

Waiting for the 

Curtain 

To lift 

And fall

We don’t have the 

Mic

At our beck and call

Ready to hypnotise 

With our song

Our words don’t 

Change the world 

Our steps don’t change 

The future 

We are 

Ordinary folk 

Stepping out the

Day

And 

In our own...

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Ghosts

And now 

The ghosts

Have started 

Coming 

And it wasn’t 

Quite 

How I 

Imagined it

In fact 

It isn’t anything 

Like it

At all

And I wonder 

Therefore 

Is it only me 

Because they 

Told me lots of

Things 

Lots of stories 

And they gave 

Everything 

Away

But they 

Never 

Mentioned the ghosts 

 

And I see them

Mainly 

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