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The Revolution of the Sky

They’re givin’ you the business and puttin’ on a show You’re a million dollar man that ain’t got no dough But critics still continue to plaster My name and discredit my fame — “Good morning, my name is David Ariadne. … Continue reading

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Thinking About Tomorrow

Running down a central reservation in last night’s red dress And I can still smell you on my fingers and taste you on my breath It’s like living in the middle of the ocean With no future, no past — … Continue reading

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The Essex Gargan and Other Friends

It all started four days ago off the Southern coast of China. An enormous, ancient thing crawled out of the sea. It looked like a long, muscly snake with ten legs and a head reminiscent of a komodo dragon. Only a hundred times the size.  Continue reading

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Gargoyles & Peacemakers

A smash of glass and the rumble of boots An electric train and a ripped-up phone booth Waking up at 6 A.M. on a cool warm morning Opening the windows and breathing in petrol — Is this Manchester? The Manchester … Continue reading

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Nibblers, Nukes and Noodles

Hiding summer’s age no more No more leaves in summer sky Turning dark on empty car lots When summer was my only friend — I always wondered what Spanish folk called the Spanish Flu back in 1918. The Flu? Spanish … Continue reading

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The Inferno of Passion

The perfect door closure is a wondrous moment.  A fleeting glimpse of perfection like a well-executed Cruyff turn or the precision bombing of an alleged munitions site in a packed Middle East urban area surrounded by markets, schools and hospitals. Continue reading

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Journey to the Heavy South

You leave in the morning With everything you own in a little black case Alone on the platform The wind and the rain — I wonder what he did? He stands there looking out to sea, stood on the platform … Continue reading

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