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The leaves are falling From the trees, They are reluctant, Like soldiers returning To the front – They fall on a landscape And will neve..

Stella, The bird I was seeing, And not, The fine Belgium lager, Was starting, To do my head in – Yep, Stella, My muse of the moment M..

I’ve discovered books, But – I can’t tell me mates – Orwell, Lorca and Sillitoe, But, I can’t tell my mates &ndas..

The Thames is silent tonight As if in mourning At the passing Of our once perfect Romance – The rivers are silent tonight. The Avon is..

The distant storm gathers momentum, Chiding the pale white sunset into Feeble submission – Sitting potently on the town’s skyline, ..

He had a million answers To a thousand questions Christ, he could talk – And every time you’d mention A subject, He’d have an..

I woke from a hang over of Immense magnitude, And my head Was a kilo of jelly, I trod delicately to the kitchen, And reached for the kettle, ..

The stillness of the city Takes me by surprise, I climb the rank stairwell To the top of the block, Step out onto the tarmac roof And peer acro..

The trees and roses sway In unison from the song of The wind, lisping its rhyme Through the stems and leaves – Traffic from the evenin..

Slumber….. Ancient primitive sensations Of memory foreplay. Dwindling then dwelling Freely falling Running coarsely. From the vertebrat..