The blue mg sports car came out of the hill and around the cornerA spread of autumn leaves rising from its body.That day is now a dead or alive painting, depending on whether you believe in God or an aging teddy bear?An infection has intruded like a thousand hand grenades into that picture.1953, The Church […]
As I looked out my window this morningPeeping into the light of dayI saw a man moving down by the crossroads where the shadowy Cinders do hide awayIn silence I stared along by the roadsideI wondered thinking why it should beI could not see but I thought he was prayingJust like a man with a
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THE DAY BUBBBLING WITH HAPPINESSYOU THE CLOWN OF ALL GLORYYOU SHOUTING OUT ‘WAITER! WHERE IS MY JAMAICA LONGBOAT?’ROLLA laughing behind the counter hystericallythe music of those days filled with charismatic adrenalinwe would sit in yellow chairs the paint flaking off them, one in particular very noticeable…….the hum of old London town easing its way up
Its dark tonight rain falling on a negative country streetthe shadow comes first looming from a corner of the roadhe moves aside quickly out of the way, out of sight as a car light moans pasthis broken being. He is not seen.The night is now his profession steering through survivals mud and torment,he moves in
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The lights of Old Compton Street dazzle the girl as she window dances. spellbound men pop-eyed ogle!Jessica the relief dancer has got stuck at the Spar supermarket check-out,Alison just has to keep dancing until she is relieved by Jessica, she is bored out of her mindand stressed, she needs to get back to the kids
In the dead of the night when you take your sweet sleep Through the dark dismal street’s to my labours I creep To the din of the loom till my poor brain seems wild I return an unfortunate factory child The bright bloom of health as forsaken my cheek My spirits are gone and my
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Back then something made youth sacred in that, “Our – time” fools romance’ the Jingle jangle dance of the glorious naïve poets, troubadours and Desolation Angels in a chaos of being. The moon’s laughing symmetry of a design, fitted only for us and our kind who were locked into a new labyrinth way of being.
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In the London autumn rain, he walked into the flamboyant fashion shop on Carnaby street – 1964. It was a London at peace with itself, pencils of the sun warming wet clothes. A strange clock chimed in the corners of infinity, a vast array of passengers perhaps nothing more than a thought in the eternal
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Whatever hope is yours about the future of our world, I know I will share. My every waking hour perpetuates that hope. ‘Young men see visions, old men dream dreams’ When I was young I had visions about changing the world, I encountered the aging cynic’s laughter, but also I encountered the giants of that
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Dead Beat Beat 1968 5am rising to work transistor radio playing, “Hey Jude” Like a heaven-sent something, giving meaning to England. 2017 10am I’m retired, cars pass my house with dead beat beat, coming from super car audio, I feel sick. (Photo used by permission of the bloke with the spotty trousers)