Tag Archives: ambient

3B48 (Impressions of a classroom on the Côte D’Azur)

The light floods in, its coldness a relief from the burning sun outside. The room is sterile but somehow reminds me of rooms in which I’ve sweated in the past – perhaps in dreams. The inhabitants cannot see me. I … Continue reading

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A Thing

She said ‘There’s beauty in the movement, Keep your counsel Don’t subdue it’ I disagreed And she stepped off My throat I rubbed my neck But managed, just about, to stay afloat. I didn’t see The point In the debate … Continue reading

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The Hole

Once his ears stop ringing, once the ground stops shaking, he casts a startled glance around the panic room. It’s a small room, but it had taken some time to build. There are two mattresses and a sleeping bag, and … Continue reading

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The Temp

I turned up yesterday. Shipped in. They asked me ‘Should you be here?’. I had a hacking cough, or so I’m told. I thought I sounded fine. I’ve been better, I’ve been worse, for sure. I typed and droned and … Continue reading

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Party Down/Gathering

Brenda was smart. She had several piercings in her face, but no-one pierced her heart. We met at a flat in Balsall Heath and talked shit about Weimar German art. She liked James Bond, but I said I couldn’t quite … Continue reading

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The Late Pompey The Great

My scramble for relevance Ended in Boredom and vomit When I decided to be dead again There once was a time I’d ask why The bullet to the head Was a very real option then And what price for failure? … Continue reading

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IDST

This one was going to be one for the band, a set of lyrics. But I don’t do much music anymore, so I guess it’s time to call it a poem and be done.   Me and you I bought … Continue reading

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No Lagrimas

We did not know what we were doing, back then. We thought we did, of course, as always one does. There was always a cause, there was always something happening. But what we were really doing was delaying the inevitable. … Continue reading

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Precision Operation

It’s not how I would choose to do it There’s a sentiment But there’s no-one here to walk me through it An acknowledgement That it’s no easy time But no-one here to tell me what’s/what is not mine. I’ve seen … Continue reading

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Golden Time

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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