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for an old mate who once loved mosh pits...

Hearken Listen to The words she Saved in a bell jar His voice and words Those she stole from him As he showered before breakf..

A Lick No MoreA lick they said would be more than enough, to make slaves of us all… More than the brown or the white and the green they said,..

A Sound for Sore Eyes Here it seems we Have a single thread Laid bare for all the World to see Fragile faded worn And fray..

just saying...

I was going to call this Silence of the Clams

Erigeron Here in these old Stone walls And garden paths Between the cracks In cobbled walks and Long forgotten hearths ..

Truism What we seem to have here In abundance Is much of the sameness That eventually broke us..... And While the w..

Too Late in the Day We never Knew just how much He Ploughed into our lives Those Trash cans and recycle bins Never ..

Lapis Gold flecked with silver A most intriguing blue Honest deep and serious A simple thumb print Black smudged Moonstruc..