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Words Melt…

The routine broken The minutes now… unlimited The days ahead Await Like an artist’s canvas The hours melt Like summer butter As I linger with apprehension Waiting for the imagination To engage To whisper a story Buried Screaming to be … Continue reading

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Waiting at Platform One

Winter sky Late Sunday afternoon travelling westwards Waiting at platform one Outside the flagman kicks his toes Then, whistles go…. Leaving the city station the evening light is Jekyll and Hyde to the left broken blue With wads of cotton … Continue reading

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On A Cold Slab Of Concrete

i was reading poetry in my head as the bus aquaplaned along the city’s quays heading for the train station with little time to spare but i remember the bus was smelly wet clothes over damp bodies stale perspiration escaping … Continue reading

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