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It was always,
The Cure and The Smiths,
That gave bliss,
Rejecting
Wham and Duran Duran.

When you found that certain club,
It was so great,
Minds could relate,
Finding your best mate,
No fighting
Or
Hate.

On the dance floor, with ****** killer and the slippery people,
Better to Byrne out, than to fade away.

The nights were so long,
Walking home to a bird song,
Sleeping until 12.00
How did I,
get out of those clothes?



Song - Freak Scene Dinosaur Jr.
If I had a lot of money
I’d be worried,
the US Treasury has lost it’s currency.
If I were rich I’d buy land,
a place to home my fellow human.
I’d support peace efforts over seas.
Ukraine and Israel’s would have a special hit list just for me!
If I had Elon or gates money
I’d buy our government
and fire them all
and find honest people to install.
If I had the worth of the top one percent, everyone would own and no one pay rent..
But until I hit big I’ll do all I can
even the poor can win in the end!
Traveler Tim
And the fish swim in the lake
and do not even own clothing.
– Ezra Pound

How would they style themselves for the net,
the little fishes of the lake?
Not robes of purity, Ezra,
but sequins cut from trash,
brands bright as lures,
fashioned to catch the eye, a glint of sun.

Would the big ones ******* knockoff fins
to flex in shark cosplay near the shore,
snapping reels in the reeds,
captioned #greatwhitevibes #apexpredator?

Would carp veil themselves in algae,
funeral couture,
posting stories of their grief in green?

Would they admire the fishery tags:
industrial piercings they can’t remove,
or the hook-slit scars from catch-and-release,
each one a verified badge,
proof they were trending once, briefly,
before sinking out of frame?

Would they tilt to the water’s glass,
checking which gill looks slimmer,
tails arched like influencers at golden hour,
the shimmer hiding shame,
the shame we taught them to wear?
Nick Moore Sep 7
Gregarious Gregg,
He could take lofty people,
Down a pegg.

On his travels, place's no-one went,
The thrill of a postcard,
From where was it sent?

There would be chatter,
Rumours of his return,
What stories would he tell us?
How green was the fern?

On our way to Glastonbury,
We walked into a pub,
The landlady looked at Gregg,
With love in her eyes, "free drinks for you and your friends"
Fun and laughter was had by all,
Outside we asked him,
"So what's the story?"
Gregg just smiling,
"I've never seen her before"

Gregarious Gregg,
Everyone listened to the words he said.
Passions would arise,
With that sparkle in his eyes.

On a road trip,
Around the Ring of Kerry,
A man thumbing a lift came into view,
It looked like Gregg, but just couldn't be
True!
No-one knew I was here, the odds didn't fit,
But, there he stood, that look upon his face,
"I thought you might be around"
he said.

The passing of time,
We all slide our different ways,
Things you think will never end,
Gently drift into the haze.

Occasionally I'll bump into an old friend,
We chat about old times,
Soon Gregg's upon our lips,
Never leaves our minds.

Maybe we should visit him,
He's only somewhere in France,
Or leave things as they are,
Firmly in the passed.
big rat, bigger cat
who eats
who runs

who makes the rules

big rat, bigger cat.

the rat has sharp teeth,
sits on a throne of broken bones,
stares through eyes of shattered glass,
no future
no past.

who s first,
who s last,

the rat's heart
loosely wrapped
barbed wire

who s first
who s fast

big rat, bigger cat

but King Rat has dreams,
wants a kingdom

an alley chat

the cat asks, meow?

snakes in the garden of eden?
wolves in suits?
crows on the telephone wire?

every throne
every king
a reckoning

alley chat, alley cat,
the cat gives, a wink.

deep and wide,
the cat smiles the gate,

"trust me."
Time! Time! Time !
The great eraser of me

Watch ! . . .  as I pace  
this cage of days
that is leeching me

I was the fool . . .
nothing was ever going to
placate me

Just look around !
The walls are bare
There are boxes of pictures
that will never get their chance to stare

Huh !
Time . . . the great eraser
of me


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