Knuckle and Traffic
By ralph
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A Chip Shop Circle
'It's cold isn't it? I'll have a brandy when we get there.' There was an aura surrounding a rising sickle moon that was giving clues about the...
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Afters for Others
Towel dry cuddles, from mums and dads.
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Come On You Blues
8:30am. The alarm clock triggers its quadraphonic jangle, ricochets off the walls and splices into my brain like a swarm of hot bullets. It remains...
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Dandy
He used to skulk in top hat and tattoos slouching in a coat that Wilde once wore he had shoes of bin liner a fob watch of gold he coughed hand me...
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Liverpool Street
Shamed, regressed, disappearing into history.
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This Family Life
Crisp bags chicken legs, and chips.
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Hyde Park
We marched to Hyde Park. We marched to nothing.
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Through Nantes
shear blunt battled barbs
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They Shoot Horses. Don’t They?
a piss and shit humanity
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Lulu Turns the Key
It was the night of the firefly. Just west of Canfield, somewhere in the bowl of Kansas. Lulu sat in her coupe, smoking home grown, outside 'Billy's...
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One Off The Wrist In The Wendy House (for Neil)
It’s raining hard and I’m wet through, because of you. I’m locked out of the bungalow. Cold. Whilst you are in somewhere. Warm. To keep hot, I try...
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Addict
'I’m a thieving lying betraying conniving dirty fucking drug addict. I’ll take my heart rip it apart wont care that without it I'll be reduced to...
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The Comer Inner
Sunday morning walk in Breton, with our hats, new scarves, old gloves, boots and our dog, Big Ron. You whisper in my ear all warmly, “This one’s by...
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Dreams of Children
Walking up the hill to the poetry class, talking to myself as if a mad man, of how tonight I will encourage the students to write vivid and...
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- 527 reads