Tag Archives: 2015

Another

Posted on December 16, 2015 by dcduell

Looking over the parapet, nothing to see yet but I know it’s going down soon. I’m a man of experience, sometimes it’s serious, I need to take shelter and stay cool. The next one is coming on. It’s easier to … Continue reading →

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Rough Cut

Posted on December 8, 2015 by dcduell

Hey hon, You’re a rough cut You’ve been weeping Sort yourself out My mind Didn’t used to say no To the barbed wire Behind and below the flow I was a rough cut once, you know Now I am finished. … Continue reading →

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Samson

Posted on November 17, 2015 by dcduell

Samson looks faintly pathetic now, growling in his cage. He used to be a mountain, a God, full of fine words, fine wine, rhythms and rhymes that made my heart feel fine. I hold his chin in my hands, as … Continue reading →

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Golden Time

Posted on October 22, 2015 by dcduell

That 30 minutes. That savage 30 minutes of expression, catharsis, of letting go, is always golden. And always will be. But it’s not my ‘golden’ anymore. It’s okay. It’s really okay. I’m trying to learn to get go. I used … Continue reading →

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Self-Censorship

Posted on October 6, 2015 by dcduell

Buddy can run self-censorship, but only when the censor’s sensitive to his needs, a relationship born to not work freely, an inner dialogue over which to obsess, there’s no room to confess – the censor’s on patrol, monitors your secrets, … Continue reading →

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Making History

Posted on September 2, 2015 by dcduell

None of us made history Maybe one or two From the year above Or the year below. But my lot All recruiters now All accountants now And I just fuck about Drinking Playing Vid’yo games Hanging out And doing everything … Continue reading →

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The Gang

Posted on August 23, 2015 by dcduell

My boy Bar-abbas He was only young But when he winked, His young eyes shone And he was made of gold My brother Ernest He was even stronger He lived up to his God-given name But he lived no longer … Continue reading →

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Black Frost

Posted on August 23, 2015 by dcduell

Black frost Jack’s soft Wax on Wax off He’s no fun I’m the better one Phasers Always Bloody Set to Stun TV Is in me I grew up easy No slavery No smack Just always A touch queasy I’m good … Continue reading →

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My Cellmate

Posted on August 23, 2015 by dcduell

My cellmate Asks me For a piece of rope I cannot help We each keep A piece of rope Or belt Or fabric Because each of us Needs control And all that we Can now control Is the time And … Continue reading →

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Festivaaal

Posted on August 21, 2015 by dcduell

A rush and a kick Because I used to be you, man. Standing, in the balmy summer air, sipping on a water bottle, squashing plastic, containing a litre of decanted cornershop Merlot. Grunting. Smoking. Laughing, smiling, and feeling almost young … Continue reading →

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