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The day is breaking when homelessness in Bath

will be a required subject in history

as it shelters them finally

in the light of the threat

they represent to society

and health.

It is without doubt the suited and booted

who yield most to the tide

but they do not know it

but they house the spirit

of revolutionary thinking

in their houses and jet sacked

roots of evil in the use

of real men and women for

timing their march on capitalistic

inclines.

It is with prior knowledge they begin

to sway the trees with their

movements through the leafy

furlings. It is with druidic charming

that they begin to sway without timing

into the charging of night

skies with wholesome lookinng

sveltered dropping stars of violet and blue

against the raging starshine of the moon.

It took a long time to make it here

to where they know not for it is

with due coursed reckoning that they

see the lines of the parallel in everything

they do and say, where it takes lots

of reckoning but little knowing

to make it to then when it is timed

to be. It is without the work of all the riot

policemen who stand by waiting, for they know

it to be true the food will run out

before they ask for it to be used against

them, force that is.

Bye!

 

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Maybe we are products of the earth itself

animated sand after millennia of distillation

driven to growth by molecular compulsion

outside the norms of disquality…

 

I say God is not man nor made he not the earth, sun

and universe

nor is he begotten

he exists

but he has no control

 

he did not make the animals, man

nor plants and seas

 

He came to this planet.

 

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PROVE ME WRONG

Time was everything was the same

then it all went different

now it is the same again

the years pass but my days are shorter

than they ever were.

They feed me with the same anti-psychotics as they

give to those with alzheimers

if I catch the virus then I am less likely

to recover due to the effect the anti-psychotics have

on your red blood cell count

Earth is trying to kill me with the aid

of the medical profession.

It feels weird to be one of the expendables

separate from the herd immunity

being watched to fall

shovels at the ready

keep the pyre fired with

ozone friendly chocolate

and pie.

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All dried up

the poetry no longer flows

is it the starting point of something

greater

or the begin of the end?

It is about the rights of all to make it,

to make the useful known splendours

of the coastline feel like the zone

of efficiency about which we turn.

Introduce a feather with deft touch

and throw in a burr, all hooked

in your woolley jumper like

thought in a tangled brain.

Schizophrenia is its own place

a version of events not sown

drama instilled by following thought

patterned youthful ardent replacement.

It does not throw you a flower

it offers nothing, rewarding sanctity

with virus-strewn wickedness

and evoking roller-coaster turns

and hair-raising. Scalp me and you shall see

the mesh that is my brain, the hazards

that chemistry has yielded through

the darkest medicines known to man.

It closes the rentboy off from the rooms he has

rented, it opens doors for whores to come

and use, for their wishes are but space

and time alone with you.

 

Space for rent.

 

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Your wizened eye

opens doorways without seeing

it is without doubt the

start of the disciple’s due, to make

the starting point the end of summer.

 

I will make it to the peaceful

days of yore, when all is without

using the revenues of fullness

and answer the debts of ore that

makes it to their decendal and user’s placing.

 

Ten is the one and one is the same

as the works for which I am famed

it is not the writing on the wall that works

but the peace of all tuned instruments who

utter the shame of it all.

 

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How I remember

you lying in your bed

leg in traction

pupils dilated from morphine

no helmet could supply

enough protection

I made mixed tapes

to plug into your headphones

while you slept

I listened to you rave

deliriously at our father

about anything and everything

that had happened to you

raving

raving

raving

and they say talking helps

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