Tag Archives: reminiscence

Itch

Treat him like a carthorse Never give him anything by way of recourse He’s done, son He’s got a glitter in his eye When he remembers how he used to want to try He used to burn You will never … 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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Him

You didn’t know him, then. He had eyes that glimmered but could be as dark as coal if he desired. I was never his equal, not in my eyes, as he wove words and charm and fire and love 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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Rough Cut

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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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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The Final Whimper

We had met in 1999, in an auspicious autumn that saw a great deal of change in my life. I am glad to say that we are still close. We were not soldiers then. We never were. Perhaps that was … Continue reading

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