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The Exception to the Rule

They told us in school to study and ‘be someone’ in this great free and fair society. After playing illiteracy’s game for ten years, I ended up on the road starving with my friend Nigel. We stole food to stay alive, and worked the rich farmers fields for cash in hand dirt wages. We broke the rules, the rules didn’t…

When the last piece goes away

Meditating deep, mumbling to the wind, one day I found myself passing your old stone cottage. That was when springtime still welcomed our memories and the rosary’s of the past shock in our hands. But now lonesome dark comes to harmonise with despair, and dreadful hands lift up to praise the fear in visions face. All is taken by the…

Listening to dust talking

From the vast skyline of this world out to the universes of the far distant unknown, I was born and came into being. I lived through the raging heart of childhood and the torn fields of youth. I saw the absurdity of this life, where mothers are so proud of dead soldiers, and aging children strive for the chaos of…

Jobs for the boys

Jobs for the boys, the celebrity toys and the inner sanctuary homes of media mansions. ‘I saw the news tonight oh boy,’ how can we wade through the sludge of this time of Celebrity journalists, and salaried sympathizers? Canned laughter energizes the robot audience. The celebrity media androids program each other, and the make up lady needs a bowl to…

A Room at the Bottom

As I move into my twilight years, I think of all the young who are going to be betrayed. The hurricane whirlwind of having to, ‘Be Someone’ will destroy all but the career psychopath; you cannot educate or reason with pork! Smug faced crowds with lustful eyes and the bite of the serpent are on the march, and their concrete…

The Paths of Yesterday

The Paths of Yesterday, just wont go away, like a scarf caught in the millwheel, I must feel, that strange pull, of life so full, with smiling faces, fenland traces, to magic wood, where all is understood. This cursed decaying, stinging ageing, no more to playing, think twice before saying, what is obvious, dressed to new age gloss. The burning…

A Quiet peaceful Summering

Rescuing things is a virtue that people are losing the will to do these days. I hear a voice hushing my thoughts from a summer of English madness, where we loved under parasol’s set out on a vicarage lawn. Garden fetes with fat ladies and the mother’s union on a 1950’s BBC TV screen. The Hoi Polloi dancing through the…

The Boredom Grill House on Greasy Street

Went to the seaside for a short break, already depressed but trying to keep positive. Started to read, “How to win friends and influence people” by Dale Carnegie, this was very informative until I was told that he probably committed suicide. Further to this our Premier Inn was located next to the local grill house, the smell of which was…

Youth truth and Passchendaele

Hell is now for me a place where I breathe the last dregs of England out of my lungs, and the last trembling flare in the hand of the unknown solider dies. For the poet dreamer who wished, “All evil shed away,” that very evil now walks among us and is welcomed. So what of those ancient young, what of…

An August haze 1962

The wooden black board rubber that hit me on the head that day was large school issue. The teacher said: “You’ll never get a job as long as you got a hole in your arse!” He is not here today for me to tell him he was wrong. However, another teacher told me, I was so hopeless, I’d “End up…