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The World Still Needs Buckaroo Banzai
The World Still Needs Buckaroo Banzai I’m not here today. Well technically I suppose I am. But is this here or is it where, is it a state of consciousness or an actual place and if it’s a place, is it in a dimension and if so which dimension is it in – apparently there […]
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We Wake
We Wake We wake to dawns of cryptic, invidious, compromise Struck with paralysis, between a tree and a birdcage Free flight, zoo faced, we do not know which complex existence we will fall into each day Too scared to know the difference between, The real impossibility or the impossible reality We embrace cultural cringe and […]
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Reminder : n, to remind a person of something not done
Reminder : n, to remind a person of something not done An alarm to be reset monthly a gentle prod, a nudge time to say hello in an average of 83 characters Days without prompts now gone, when the mind alone was enough, where the thought of one was connected to the thought of the […]
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My Mind
My Mind Iggy woke me twice last night Wanted to discuss song lyrics and stage shock I asked him to nick off & piss off – neither one polite. Its not fun; listening to him and talking as well Which one of us is going to hell I wonder He tries to offer me Candy, […]
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Seagulls Don’t Fly
Seagulls Don’t Fly Seagulls, They walk and crap along beautiful sandy beaches on lazy summer days Seagulls don’t, The movers and shakers of beach life, the snappy dressers over indulging on chips & fish Seagulls don’t fly, Too busy squabbling and preening always looking for their next meal (ticket) maybe they are politicians!
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In a Haze of Cigarette Smoke
In A Haze of Cigarette Smoke Escort duty – the silver haired wardsman walks slowly. Fortnightly the patient/inmate is given “free” time, taken to the outside world to breathe and walk in a different space [Free. adj – not imprisoned nor confined nor controlled by obligation] Once a fortnight the State had told him he […]
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Paradoxical Regression
Paradoxical Regression I wish they could stop, take a rest, use my space and time instead of theirs. Past lives intrude. I want to sleep in the here and now and not be kept awake because their life is in another time, another location or another age. Why is sleep so hard, it never bodes […]
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I Am
I Am Sometimes I wake and don’t know if I am. Am I story board or story book, fact or fiction, memory or memory bank. What if the what is, is the what was, or the what won’t is the what will be and the what once was, was in fact, the once […]
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Two-07 am
Two-07 am Much to explain, the divining of thought and the imagination of concept bring visions of a frightening future A cannibal, once diagnosed, is a thinking compulsion to eat. It knows it’s prey Not blinded by light, the thought of a feast with an appetite for the macabre pokes at the carcass of every […]
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Chai and Mai Tai’s
Chai and Mai Tai’s Who will decide who makes the rules We hear the drums of struggle From the boneyards of the past We are a scrapheap of progress Our history has had no time to age Who will listen to what people want The winds from long lost homes Will blow through empty canyons […]
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