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Tonight

Tonight I went looking for the moon

But I couldn’t find it

It was all black clouds

Sweeping across

deep, thick and

Suffocating

So I sat in my car and listened to

The radio

SP

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Wonder

I remember laying in the back seat and unfocusing my eyes. Allowing the passing street lights to bleed into the night. I remember the feeling the comfort. Seeing the light like rapturous bright lines. Cross-wards and downwards. I remember the sense of wonder. I remember feeling powerful, like I'd captured something that no one else had. That no one else could see. No one else could fathom. But really in the end It was just a child's unfocused eyes over an empty night sky.

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Passing Cars

I was driving somewhere,

somewhere, I don’t know.

And it was going so well,

and now it kind of hurts,

and I don’t know how I let it

— Why did I let it.

I had the window down,

one hand on the steering wheel,

and there was a bee,

between me

and the passing breeze.

So small.

So lost.

I flicked it into the darkness,

the flashing red, orange and green.

The whizzing brake lights,

and the vacant stop sign.

Why did I let it.

It was all going so well.

SP

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Hello

There’s a dog here And it doesn’t know It exists. It just looks at me — it just looks at me And hopes And I think God damn I know how you feel.

SP

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Focus.

There’s a

bunch of white-tee punks

with fly-screens

over their eyes.

And

they can’t see,

they can’t see

the blue sky,

or the waves,

the golden sand,

the crawling hills.

They only see

the criss-cross

of wires,

the wavering thread

of spiderwebs

and the dead,

dried out beetles.

There’s a

bunch of white-tee punks

with fly screens

over their eyes.

SP

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Bedside table snap

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beaten

bloodied

heavy

and over drawn

— my thoughts

lay bare

for only

the soil to see

SP

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Coffee, let's do it.

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It's Only Temporary

I’m over the

flat horizon

like honey

sticky

and there’s no

waves

nor lather

just chasing ghosts

with fury

in my head

paddles sinking

down

and tearing white lines

into the sea

a glock

heavy in my fingers

staring down the barrel

with a lucky 6

like a golden crown

no need

to be gentle

baby

SP

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The Video Store

He was a

Bukowski reading

wannabe writer

wannabe cool guy

words falling from his eyes

falling from his chest

his heart

and all he could do

was

dust shelves

with empty hands

while co workers

danced

to the radio

SP

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Two Days Before Monday

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He felt these strings

Wavering loosely in space

Colours 

fading behind them.

There

was no heart

and

he liked it that way.

SP

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Only Sedentary

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Only Sedentary - By Shaun Perry

He was lost in his thoughts

Without anything to sift through the waves

Icy, numb and without meaning

Nothing memorable

Days beyond days

And he was lost

Watching the swirls of smoke find a way

Find a way to bleed

His cigarette still cold in his lips

He was lost without feeling

Without heart

His legs like slabs of meat

Holding a television with only noise and grain

His fingers, sliced through the world

Like melting butter

And he would scream

‘Is anybody there?’

But he was crowded

Looking for an empty room

He was lost in the cries of others

Lost in the blue lights.

Lost in a sedentary world

SP

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Train Wreck

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I stand at a cross roads,

A shifting train amidst the fog

And a lonesome figure fading behind the waves.

There is no catching up,

and there is no fighting back.

Just let it roll.

Just let it roll.

SP

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By Shaun Perry

My heart was beating behind a locked cage

And I told her no

She couldn’t have it – because she didn’t want it

She didn’t want it you see

I was sitting alone within four walls

With a cigarette and a bottle of beer

Asking tough questions of myself

There was something incandescent about my insanity

About watching the world writhe in rivulets of flames

About wishing to roar like a bear into a shallow moon

She took it well

With paint buckets hidden behind her eyes

Over turned and spilling out colors

Reds, blues and yellows

I was getting side tracked

I told my heart I was keeping it safe

That the cage was for its own good

and that she couldn’t have it

The beer went down well

I fell asleep with a hiss in my ears

SP

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Coffee, Wine and a few Cigarettes

There was an elderly couple squinting and flicking their eyes from the sun while their coffees went cold. They were sitting at a table close to mine. They were quiet and fairly somber, playing with their fingers, almost nervously. They'd been together for a while it seemed, so much so, words didn't need to be said. They could have a flowing conversation without them. I watched them for a while, watching them watch the world. There was a song bleeding outside from a nearby coffee shop. Jazzy almost but with vocals that seemed reminiscent of the late Jeff Buckley. It kind of teased my heart, hit those sharp empty spaces - those needles that stabbed between the beats. It wasn't Jeff Buckley though, it was someone else, someone new and unknown and I sort of imagined him in concert. Speared into the stage, bent like a nail — A tall fashionably misguided gentleman you know,with a broad yellow fedora and large burring eyes. The sort of guy that held himself awkwardly in a crowd but knew how to artfully explain the movements of the ocean. I liked the song anyway. My friend kept talking it up; he was sitting beside me with a glass of wine and a cigarette. He eventually started chewing the fat, talking about something of nothing memorable and I was finding myself watching his eye brows and reacting accordingly. I just couldn't stop thinking about the elderly couple.There was something significant there, something stark and real. Maybe how the sun bathed within the deep furrows of their skin. The many rivulets of the past streaking from their eyes and lips. The way they both nervously played with their fingers. There was a reality there, There was no plastic, no facade. And the quiet air that perpetuated from their table left a strange, but interesting weight in my gut. SP.