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we listen to reports coming through that both journalists…

we listen to reports coming through that both journalists & troops are getting close to mayhem      I try not to pass out almost unbelievably neither of us knows that in times like these we get time & a half we ask … Continue reading

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Most people really want to kill themselves…

Most people really want to kill themselves             but are scared for what the neighbours might say bunked up in fractal honeycomb streets that             wind then bind its inhabitants in glue he holds onto dreams drowning away in             bleached light motions … Continue reading

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smoke lingered around the space she occupied…

smoke lingered around the space she occupied             before it rained & diluted her make-up like a vicious jazz pianist playing “April in Paris”.             barriers to beauty pulled down, she sighed; a balance of elegance, sex, intelligence, scratch             of sense, piercing … Continue reading

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Sniper

she said girls love scars so I got out my book of poems, but halfway through the first line she interrupted. sorry, I didn’t mean those kind of scars oh yeah, sorry it’s ok … tell me I ask. if … Continue reading

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I sound like a child I sound like a poet who is bored with synthesis I sound like a poet is who on the verge of losing the passion of youth, slipping into             ordinary living             & creative writing courses The … Continue reading

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