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I see
them in randomly
assigned places
Citing words
like destiny
Gaggle creatures
honking at each
other ceaselessly.

It feels strange to frown
at the heat and brightness
exploding through
my kitchen window.
August was after all
so very bleak and grey.
Great Admiral’s dance close by
and the mackerel skies outside
pull my thoughts and mood
to them magnet-like.
I find myself memory walking
upon a beach in Bude,
barefooted, relaxed and carefree…
Scooting blim burns
off my bare chest,
weaving a cider lollypop
into my easy daydreams.
As I stand like a Serviceman
saluting the deep, blue sea,
watching the small bobbing boats
become a living bathroom watercolour.
‘Oh, this will never do’
I yank myself back out
of my thoughts by the scruff.
I was meant to write a short story
about a man who cuts his own foot off.
But all that can wait, I guess,
whilst this weather will not,
I’ll be in a seaside beer garden
a couple of hours before early evening.

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stuff of age and life
and moving,
unable to quantify,
unable to move forward, simply clogging up
the mechanism

listen to the choking
sound of an engine
that’s got the colic

welcome to the system,
(I hope you like it
here)
the gears they don’t
work sometimes
and the smiles you see
are only blinking lights
on the surface

nevertheless the machine
moves on
to a destination we don’t
have pinpointed yet

more and more
I think on how
far is too far
how much
too much
at what point
is pinpointed
where the hogs
eat the cabbage
and
how satisfying
it would feel
to scoop up
all the things
could be worse
happy half-fulls
and hurl that
unfailing
optimism
at the closest
brick wall
to see it
flail the air
then splatter
drip and drain
to the ground
left empty
to evaporate
completely
between glass shards
to show
unequivocally
what worse
looks like

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faint now
redeem the last goodbye to yourself

inside the bell of earth your soul
inside the morning– yet again–
yourself

it’s droll
it’s a mole inside the dungeon of your industrial heart

it’s music

now play with me
this time it’s free

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