Exit Station

Cups of sodium lights
As if each one a cell
A memory connector
An illumination on
Delirious pasts &
Premonitory futures


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Parting Shots - Love Of The Status Quo

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Defined

Is it art or is it dying

Is it all the lies

For which we try

To cry our eyes out crying

Flies on the wall

As doubts that prize

Our thoughts, until they

Might desensitise our souls

For all the world to know

Show how it ever was

Thus bound together

We died, buried by the snow

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Parting Shots - Love Of The Status Quo

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Halfway to Sark

A wall

Standing between land and sea

Its height, its depth, its robustness

All those other defining features

The memory forgets the sketch

Instead one retraces on an essence

Of that particular Friday morning

Outside the wind picks up

It is still the time of darkness

I hear the sound of rain

Safe in a warm bed, I daydream

Of flags and pavements

Places, between one and another

Where small birds & children played

Ahead of us then 

Sights of happiness, or contentment 

Sat on a wall, looking at the boats

Tasting the ice cream

Less complicated than the

Complicated arrangements

The fortifications now to disassemble

Today the day is Wednesday

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Parting Shots - Love Of The Status Quo

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Eyes opened to the wind

I close my eyes

To think of you

Beaches and blue skies

All those other dreams

That didn’t quite come true

The door opens

A shadow falls

Its fear reminds me

Of empty railway stations

& pointless telephone calls

I listen to the wind

The nights are long

Those friends I introduced

My friends, came back to you

Didn’t they? They came on strong

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Parting Shots - Love Of The Status Quo

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Coalesce

The you who enters my dreams

Each time a little more perfection

It is true, two, who enter my dreams

Each time more hurt in the resurrection

Beautiful bobs, of burgundy & brunette 

Steps taken, set down neatly with divinity

Together slowly, the two of you meet

A debt approaching the depths of infinity

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Parting Shots - Love Of The Status Quo

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