Looked out from my hurt
For the gathered’s benefit
And that in mine
It being my vulnerability 

Often now we trace
Back hand tricks
And conjure visions
Only for our sisters to see

A man and his other
Have to realise this thing
And every resulting craze
Is but their betterment buttered 

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These mouldy poems
Whose essence ye gleaned
In a dumb manner
That was admittedly sweet

The queerness bequeathed it
And fine shenanigans did ensue
An appraisal of which
Will follow surely be to God

You’ve to mind also
Things that were taught to you
Should honesty and fair play
Sit well with your compass as true

And you will be among them
For to get the knowing.
It belongs only
To our man above, I mean it

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It was you all along
In a manner of speaking
Who drove the thing by night

I’d be a fool to surmise
That even one among your number
Would find these far-flung things impossible 

And although you’d counted isolation
A fault in my nature to link the two
Well I’d a heart to keep it from you

We all wish you well
And the reality you must face
Should not be configured with these fond memories

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If all else fails
What about ye?
Do ye mind the time
That I did this and I did that?

Do you mind the time
When we was wasted
And he groped up the sister
Of someone who wasn’t?

Do ye mind
The grinning bake 
Of that bird’s man?
Aye ye do not.

And I don’t need 
To drink nineteen pints
To see past you

And I don’t need
A key up my nose
To see

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You proffer heavy reminiscence
And I just sit
Marvelling at contorted truths

Dreaming up an exchange between us 
Have we earned musgave tonight?
You’d want to be a man by it
But it was only your making as a spiv 

Officers of the law contest
And see your worst inspected so
The corpse you shed they’ll lay
Open to this unforgiving air

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Called upon then
As a representative 
You smothered
As well it is your wont to do

I do every thing I’m meant to
Catch the lowly glowing shoal
Alcohol a’gnaw at me bones
Rather paint the patch askew

We could’ve been talking
Any brand of nonsense
Sleek and savoury
Caressing a lilt in our tongues

Appreciate those mates
Who backed you
Lean into the wind
And whistle holes in clouds

Journalistic dreams won’t quit
And we’re the ones who savour it
Explanations gone and come 
Remind us we were borne to run

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You might say I’m a crazy person
And you wouldn’t be too far wrong

To have had my conscience darkened
And blastened with the clot

Now I’ve got something to write for
Now we have something to fight for

And her hair smells like an old urinal.

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