Monthly Archives: January 2013

Teacups & Blackbirds

I stand by theWindow, teacup in hand,Casting my eyesUpon this modest land.Outside I hearThe morning blackbird singTo a cold dawn,A new day in the spring.In time, I sitBy the window so deep,Sipping my teaAs I drift off to sleep. Open … Continue reading

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Thoughts Upon Why My Throat is Dry

In winter snow, my mind is a desert, A burnt illusion in the bitter cold; My heart becomes less alike the blizzards Than to the sands with their visions of gold; Whilst England falls in the hands of the haze, … Continue reading

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The Underwater Romantics

“Daily I muse on her; I muse and fret” I read these lines carved upon the ocean, The water’s fancies verse of what may yet Become of the object of my passion; Were I a religious man, I would pray, … Continue reading

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By All Aqqounts

We interrupt your programming To bring you news from Atlantis: “Everywhere is fucking sinking Around men who say they want this. There’s been no vote, No people’s poll, There’ll be no hope To save these souls. They blame their anguish … Continue reading

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As The Shards of Glass – [inspired by the Chris Knight song “Rita’s Only Fault”]

Maria held herself, The handcuffs on her arms, But she still looked like an angel In the back of the police car. Her face bore the bruises, Some of the damage done On the Saturday afternoons When the monster had … Continue reading

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A Guide to Being Pretentious

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Flowers on Platform 7

“WARNING IS HEREBY GIVEN TO PERSONS NOT TO TRESPASS UPON THE RAILWAY. PENALTY NOT EXCEEDING 40/-” I stand on Platform 7, cold, Watching where train tickets are sold. A mother buys three, all return, Living her dream to see the … Continue reading

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