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1 - a boy in the corner

2. - lockdown

As loud as the trees, from Bexley down to Brentford's quays,

a boy in the corner, 8 avenue, counts time 1,2,3.

Forgetting the loud sounds, the wagon wheels upon London streets,

a parallel universe is formed, swiftly at fault, he secedes.

An enigmatic mind, lost at sea,

Captain Hook walks the plank,

across the Adriatic, to Timbuktu.

a blind priest - it's so silly - all I'm doing is sifting through!

Back of the garden, silently blue

time blended like 1,2,3 - 3 months have passed

silently, the bliss innocence sets its bets

whilst the ambulance sings, bringing men to their beds.

Like telekinesis, life has moved,

across the orchard, morphed, anew,

a silent whisper, the Tao of new,

I understand life now - its so clear - who knew!

Now the flame has infumed, and life resumes,

a man in the corner, a real humanist, sings 1,2,3!

into the wild, marching down the mountain,

She's dressed in red, a look back, she is bounden...

3 - A 6am morning in Mexico

Tears flood my brain, creating feelings like no other again,

My life has taken me by surprise,

I’m sinking to another place,

My room shudders, the same place, but a different face.

A beautiful girl crumbles into my arms, the white ash piercing my skin and incinerating my hope.

A poison enters our home, all the memories, our ambitions, our goals, not a single ode - Ripped out, dangled, contorted, I am now a lonely soul owed.

I now lie dismembered, waiting for the sky to fall upon my soul,

I reach out to the light, a false hope, a women’s moan,

A small buzz, it can’t be, my shadow lies there, all alone. 

4 - the blue mountain

I went up the mountain,

got drunk before the stars,

saw the meaning of life

the void behind the facade.

I laughed, I cried, I screamed

with eyes unclouded by smoke.

So simple,

I fell asleep.

I woke up in my bed,

got up. Had some cereal.

5 - Jasper the taoist

6 - yellowman

7 - A yellow blade forms a fine line cut.

FINE LINES!

Fine lines

fine lines

Between a life of blame and crime

The eclipsed dystopia along the spiteful light of the heart.

My human consciousness 

Cuts through me like a tearful blade

Forming a fine line.

8 - media

9 - fear in a seminar room

10- the forgotten voice

Nor here, nor there

I am the forgotten voice.

Feed me insecurities, pain, or suffering,

I'll soak it up, like a dry sponge

and harden into a happy face,

a parent-trophy, 

to sit on the shelf case.

Too quiet, too coarse,

I am the forgotten voice.

Evil rages inside, anger, or happiness,

Funny versions of myself, a tidal wave.

Don't worry!

He's a happy chap!

Give him a bone!

All alone, no home,

I am the forgotten voice. 

A smile through the sorrow, lonely,

A split-version of Earth.

My phone.

It rings,

I am trying to ring home.

11 - this final goodbye, 1st August 2020

A final goodbye,

A half wave, half smiled, crumbled reply

I left as if it was normal.

Nothing was normal.

A broken shell, timely memories

A shallowed broken energy.

We knew. Everything had changed

As I waved, stupidly, as nothing had changed,

A final goodbye.

To someone there, who would always reply.

Burned into my memory,

This final goodbye.