WHERE IS WEED?:

The captain says,
“We should have you there on time”,
Light Southerly winds,
Good visibility

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BLACK BACK PACK & BOTTLE CAP:

Take your seat,
Strap yourself in,
As I look down I see you face for the first time

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CARDBOARD BOOKENDS:

Was your thing worth going to?
If nobody went nothing would happen,
Now everybody’s talking about it

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THE OTHER SIDE OF STRAIGHTENING IT OUT:

Dave this is Clare,
It’s a small world,
I know all the faces,
How did it go?
Who was there?
Oh!

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STRAIGHTEN IT OUT:

Fast swinging arms of mechanical diggers,
Dancing ballets in the rain,
There’s a national emergency,
But you wouldn’t know it,
Life has a habit of going on regardless

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FLAT HOUSES:

This is version of a day I had in mind,
An appointment with a different haircut,
How much will it cost?
How much has it cost already?
Chasing you all over town,
A bone without a body

(Listening to – ’Temporal’ by Julia Kent)

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TANK:

There’s a big man,
With a loud mouth,
Talking politics,
And I don’t agree with what he’s saying,
But today I don’t care,
I just want him to shut his mouth & let me write,
Now he’s spouting off about other people,
Youth,
Fitness,
And the taste of his favourite coffee,
He’s got a theory about everything,
And wants everyone to know,
His theories suck,
The more he speaks the less I like him,
But I like him best of all when he keeps his mouth shut,
I like his dog

(Today I’m listening to: ‘Pet Variations’ by Atomic)

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A FREE GIFT:

I can imagine the young man that the old man used to be,
And still believes he is,
As the squealing of the wheels of the train turn to moaning,
Slowing to arrive,
I stand up,
Look around to make sure I haven’t left anything behind

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HERMES:

An old man stoops into a lap top,
Balanced on his knees,
His beard is tight & silver,
There’s a hole in the top of his hair,
That makes me feel the top of my head

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AQUARIUS:

The book is called,
‘This is going to hurt’
The crumpled up woman looks fierce,
Another woman reads a magazine,
With pictures of food,
And expensive clothes,
The paper’s cheap,
The colours dull,
She holds it up to the light

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