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One foot forward Better than two feet backwards Not like we have much choice In these strange times Confidence a fleeting glance Not knowing where we head What choices are available Is it brightness on our path That leads us Of fewer ambitions Even less intentions Or is it just a trick of the light.
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Alice’s side room was half hallway, half lounge, with no windows to the world. Everything came from Auction houses. Vintage Sewing machines and Nic Nacs A regular Haberdashery. Ancient Black and white photographs in dusty frames, between Grandfather and cuckoo clocks, not half as cuckoo as Alice herself. “That’s your great Uncle Shultz next to the Plough, our neighbours from Durry Hill playing croquet. Dirty hand Jake, your fathers, sisters 2nd cousin removed next-door neighbour What a rascal he was.” “That’s a garden party with the Jones family. We ate cucumber sandwiches, guava jelly on scones, sipped pure Ceylon from fine china. Here’s a distant Relation, what’s his face, memory deludes me? He played Cello with the Wanganui Symphonic.” In the town hall, Before it burnt down. Even the tar on streets was burning. Only it wasn’t. None of it was true. The room full of forgotten photographs came from
Goodbye.
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I lifted up the pillow, took one last breath in of the scent left behind by another. I washed the sheets, the pillow slips, my clothes piled up on the floor. Left from a time when the mind spun in circles, and such common feats were beyond me. The rain comes in after it seems many days of summer. When change hits, it rides on a cold breeze.
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Sunset over the Apocalypse I started talking to the cat Then stopped People might think me mad There are no, Sirens pulling over drunks Prostitutes on the prowl Kids out drinking cody's Transvestites screaming "Want some of this baby" Overseas a princes cheeks are looking Rosie And Boris's nurses are immigrants. The way forward is strange clouds grey have gone Future yet be unwritten.