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The year draws to a close A lifetime is thrown away And us to sign our names in dust For what does one live Is it today Cos tomorrow is...

taking the seat on the plane at the same time as on the train starting completion of synchronicity she talked of Mona Lisa and her lovers...

But if you are going for a walk why do it alone why not share it with a cow if you do it right you might get a friendly face licking what...

Like a cat powered dream all soft and slow piano fine clocks and time running on rhythmic hops from topic to thing food pushed aside the...

Your bum is a most beautiful thing in sexy underwear but actually even more beautiful in no underwear at all

things start to slow down in expectation of normality a sense of sensibility stopping for control is a regularity not questioned it is a...

there are soggy trampled feathers on the floor there is gin on the small tables there's sparkling tassels in the air, Mercury rising...

here where the sky is low freezing fog with damp in the air on the paths ice and snow the smells of burning wood come over small lights...

I had to choose between cleaning and hummus so I poured myself a raki

the morning after a party to be alone today everyone late for work and tired even those who didn't have a dot to drink the slats of our...

turn that light out I thought as I lay back in the sand and looked up at the glaring moon therapeutic madness ebbing and shuddering...

love is a weird motherfucker the one who says they understand it is on their death bed or lying

Consistently Inconsistent and Wi-Fi is more of a concept than a thing here a bit like the reality of the British empire existing in...

a can of beer proclaims no rainy days and always better together watching rain lashing thoughts of summer on the verandah as rolling...

lashing down softly but enough to drown - floods of water as I head off to the editor - dodging through a sea of umbrellas I stop at Ayşe...

depraved boxifications of peoples concepts and non real relations retaliations cursed vilified amplify applications apps amped energies...

wood pigeons in the trees cooing create feelings of home this as my lifeless flat hair here styles different as the wind off the Catalan...

as she said women of Turkey have real asses the artist is right and they wear scarves as the ultimate fashion statement thick and woolly...

after a saunter from the bath arriving well before time the train shall be very late as if scheduled so we go over to the other side to...

¿ Can I ask you there, how does your day start ¿ Maybe it starts with a fart ¿ What do you do, the minute you get up ¿ You might even do...

demons and monsters riding souls of anguish telling of need and wants to fulfil obligations and inclinations and desires know these...

fat fluffy bumble bees lazy around the hyssop and lavender dancing with butterflies as they find new suckling spots between the flowers...

Hands up and wave Music for a cellar of youth A room filled with Kurdish music A cellar in Istanbul Smoke filled with tobacos ...

I didn't die at Easter I died in April rejecting the spring hearing thoughts through sentences in contradiction that between is clarity...

Wanton I went to hell to get away from the chaos and torment of life to go somewhere where there is regulation and logic to the pains and...

passengers sitting in seats 16 to 34 enter the plane by the rear sorry about the rain sit back relax and enjoy the flight! we are 25 min...

operation save the gnats started on the second beer of several before with the realisation vitamin c and protein were not the goal of...

writing reams of poetry in her head on a Sunday morning lying in his bed It rains against the window a perfect lazy day she lies naked...

Have I died enough, enough times, have I died well enough deep enough hard enough with enough feeling, enough passion,...

I wish to be buried in a plain wooden box, with a plain woolen cloth under a plain wooden cross. By the wee murky river that flows as if...

When I have no father then can I feel alone? When I cannot talk to mother can one feel alone? When I have brother, sister but no family...

A Billion shades of grey push and hassel the sky And a blue pine mountain lies across my way, A long bundle of oaks gone higher and high,...

I take a step stop I take a step stop walking I take a step please stop walking I take another I said please stop so how can I ever...

feel nothing know nothing Nothing but thoughts As easy as one two three Thoughts tell lies tales misunderstood ...

here I am after walking around to so many of the wrong wards, told to file and sit, but my how I thought that thought I’d get but I...

don’t mistake a flower for a flower what good is an idea if it can only be found in a book seeing what’s before you and knowing what’s a...

...and this is very wonderful here ghosts tugging at me sharing with me stories in my lives with details forgotten dancing in my mind and...

went to Malmö Copenhagen was great swimming in the harbour sun chairs and wine on woodworks six packs towelling on boats invitingly...

so this fucker was quietly drinking a whiskey the last of summer evenings In attempts to capturing sanity with air signs dominating...

with my peanut fatty salted fingers I destroy a book of love intimacy relationship love the realm of fantasy brought up in faiths...

flashes in my soul as part of a reality that never was but always is eternal and never existing in the same moment until now feeling of...

burn flirtations like prayers for the dead looking out to sea to find intimacy as I try to stand before you This poem was published in...

without any belief and lacking in faith devoid of personal idols not wanting ideology obeying no dogma or having trinkets for security...

a drizzly grey of stiffening heat pins me to my present I wake up waiting for my next sleep thinking of trivialities like, “what to do”...

I have just sat down with my phone you have not written for quite some time your message says your loving is over your place, your home...

The river flowing higher than the road beside the way to the square bellowing through the hedgerows a cow the deep gurgle and babble of...

rainy damp valleys with rivers and forests flowing from the hill warm tea clotted cream jam and scones do remind me hills towering above...

A friend suggested therapy - I now can stress over mono decisions considering more strenuous than doing its obvious as you experience it...

The year draws to a close A lifetime is thrown away And us to sign our names in dust For what does one live Is it today Cos tomorrow is...

Intricately ornately Wall and ceiling painted in quaint Murals turquoise blood red sky blue with brown on cream Drapes and furniture...