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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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A Dealer In Hope

The man stared at him and howled, pus was dripping out of sores on his bald head and running down his malformed back. Continue reading

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Then They Came For Me

Tonight I’m wound tighter than a watchspring ‘Cos when the skies are clear, the threat of rain is always here with you Everything you say is a call to arms With all that’s gone before my motives never felt so … Continue reading

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The Waiting Game

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 — Finally, the adrenalin is dissipating. A couple … Continue reading

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A Memento of Summer

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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