City

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MY LOCAL TAXI RANK

MY LOCAL TAXI RANK

Saturday night in my city it was wet and dank
I made my way to the local taxi rank
Given a...

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Saddened and Alone


There is a great sadness that surrounds me, I am saddened and alone. Even though I am surround by...

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LONDON LIFE

LONDON LIFE

Tubes whooshing
Lovers smooching
London life
Coffees being drunk
Skinheads,...

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The Ownership of Self...

The Ownership of Self-Destruction

We thought that we owned the dark streets
Scattered across apartment basements unseen.
...

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She watches the sunset

She stands on a balcony
Her hair is chocolate brown
She looks out at the sky
Watching...

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council of the crows

..and every eve come 6:16 we meet and sip our cricket tea,
whilst hatching honey schemes a'foul to...

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My Kind Of Town- Part II

My Kind Of Town- Part II

Also inspired by Tony Taylor

Now let’s move up to the 1970’s, I’ve become a Dealer in Fine...

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City Living

I walk around the city
Where millions live interdependently
Coming and going; I watch...

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The Most Beautiful

The Most Beautiful

We put lights on in the dark
This night is ours
We ride, passing lots of cars
We love...

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Home ~ Chicago One Night

Home ~ Chicago One Night

Shall I say in coming home
During 'worker bee's' dusk
The hush of the city descending...

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Christmas Day

It's winter and it's beautiful
Everything lightly covered in snow
Getting close to the best...

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NORWICH AT NIGHT

NORWICH AT NIGHT

Broken glass on the pavement floor
Tramps sleeping just by Waterstones door
These are the...

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~City Strife~

~City Strife~

So gently, so deceptively,
The touch of wind
Through spires
Across city horizons...

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Prayers or bust

Prayers or bust

The biggest sin just hit Sin City
Las Vegas, visitors to many
People having fun and enjoying...

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End Of The Line

End Of The Line

The town beckoned like no other had ever done.
I entered with high hopes of frivolities to come !...

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city of gold

City of gold.
Painted Styrofoam.
The rain doesn’t fall,
it grows.
From hazy...