Not Long Left Poems

the fireworks have flown,
the wishes have been welcomed,
the booze has reached the brain,
yet everything still seems the same,
...

For who ever this does reach,
on some foriegn sandy beach,
I sent this from southend pier,
2005 was the year.
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It is only when you roll over
in dizzy drunken slumber,
with sleepy spittle seeping
from your dry mouth,
...

Upon the endless spine
of motorway they challenge
the black of night.
Those that burn
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In the gutters of love street I crawl
Drenched in the drawl of this pitiful
city. Among the littered remains of
leftover pains, peering over the edge
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As the organ grinded out the sighs
of christs's last thoughts
she surrendered herself to faith
A mortal action of release
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Dried islands of paint crumble under my feet
blue walls shed decades, peeling off the past.
Fragments of weather beaten wall are scattered
upon the deserted dance floor. The only sound
...

He stopped me not far from home
Told me straight he wanted my phone
'leave of mate' I nervously said,
then he grinned and punched me straight in the head.
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For the one who is becoming close

It is midnight
Not before
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skimming stones,
into a dirty english sea,
bieng my big strong dad,
you would always beat me,
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