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For the love of Minimal

Abracadabra
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Wishing between the Devil and the deep blue sea only keeps your head inside the dreamer's door while your heart waits outside

ajay
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Abracadabra said:First heard through distorted speakers in a cellar bar.
Paul already looking uncomfortable
Shame I only met two of them.
AI Revolution here to stay

In Liverpool
or Germany?

Pray tell.

👂👂

Abracadabra
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An Exchange with John

       
All those years ago      
on the steps of Saville Row      
for once the great man's tongue      
was tied      
by all those legal guys      
but he could still crack jokes      
at their expense      
They could go clean Apple's toilets      
he said      
       
I had wanted to ask      
about Jesus Christ      
but there was no more time      
and when the white Mercedes      
made it through the crowds      
none of us could dream      
the end that waited years away      
outside a New York block      
Back then our world      
still basked in innocence      
and I was just a kid      
still learning to write  
while I grew up quick      
       
Taller than I thought      
hair dyed red      
my reflection dazzled    
by those glasses      
Yoko so small      
a sunbeam smile      
his arm around her      
a sheltering wing      
although I sensed      
it was really her      
protecting him    
Truly      
legendary
     
 
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ajay said:
In Liverpool
or Germany?

Pray tell.

👂👂



(Back in the day when I was paid to talk to celebs, covering the band's breakup)

ajay
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An Exchange with John

       
All those years ago      
on the steps of Saville Row      
for once the great man's tongue      
was tied      
by all those legal guys      
but he could still crack jokes      
at their expense      
They could go clean Apple's toilets      
he said      
       
I had wanted to ask      
about Jesus Christ      
but there was no more time      
and when the white Mercedes      
made it through the crowds      
none of us could dream      
the end that waited years away      
outside a New York block      
Back then our world      
still basked in innocence      
and I was just a kid      
still learning to write  
while I grew up quick      
       
Taller than I thought      
hair dyed red      
my reflection dazzled    
by those glasses      
Yoko so small      
a sunbeam smile      
his arm around her      
a sheltering wing      
although I sensed      
it was really her      
protecting him    
Truly      
legendary
     
 
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Abracadabra said:


(Back in the day when I was paid to talk to celebs, covering the band's breakup)

Ta. I read that poem a while ago and wondered. I'm jealous now. 🙃

Detritus
Clay
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a white-oak leaf
radiant
with the sunsets
drowsy light.. true magic.

Abracadabra
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When there's shit on your hands
don't lick your fingers

ajay
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... and remember
to buy bog paper in the morning


💩💩💩

Detritus
Clay
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Caffeine and
cool morning air
are better
with company

Abracadabra
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Nothing beats a whore's breakfast

Detritus
Clay
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The neighbors bright-yellow roses
devour the morning sun
between their petals

ajay
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Slowly.
Slowly,
the Snails
slime the roses.


🐌🌹🐌

Abracadabra
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Slime for breakfast, dinner and tea
slugs in soup with a bottle of wee
and scrunched up snails for your fricassee

Grace
IDryad
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under the skies of blue
on a patch of green
picnic mats and baskets
once we were free

staggerlee
Paul Martin
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Corporate ways
You were born to consume,
We are here to feed.
Your emptiness.
Is our profit.

Abracadabra
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Coughing it up
the same old phlegm
for us and them

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