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  • Extra

    Extra

    Imagine that everything  had a layer of cling  film. Held taut as a drum  against you. So everything had At least  one extra step One more hurdle for you to fly through. Did I say everything ? I meant everything. From When Eyes open up,  till they close. When I’m Brushing my teeth  When I’m tying…

  • Blank

    Blank

    I haven’t written a poem in ages. My pen sticks to sketching, My words have gone dark. I’ve not been rhyming I’ve not written ditties. It’s brush strokes these days that I work.  Perhaps I have hoisted myself from the depths I really don’t know why I’ve stopped. I think it’s a temporary, interim thing…

  • Dial

    Dial

    They turned the volume down, I think? It suddenly all went dim And I remember thinking its not me, it definitely must be them The cotton wool bound round my chords My ears were underwater I tried to turn it up again But it just got far fraughter And now I’ve moved inside myself I…

  • Poetic panic

    Poetic panic

         There’s a special kind of terror When you’re lying on the beach And you’re suddenly aware that your child is out of reach And you can’t see hide nor hair of him He has gone with out a trace And you are seeing milk cartons Printed with his smiling face Then, you spy him,…

  • Parked

    Parked

    I have an itch, I have a scratch I sometimes wonder if I can match My old ways, my triumphs, my career success. Will I ever, like I once did, get power dressed? My glories have gone now I’m off the fast track I’ve stepped down and slowed down I’ll never go back. But I…