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Some Kind of Salvation

I don’t drink.I think about drinking some times.I think about disappearing into the city,Into the night.Into a rock and roll song.The music.The crowd.The passion.Sparks.I’ve been lost.I’ve been a fool.But the music,Is me.AndI am the music.Like a map,Back to myself.A pawn shop guitar man,But a guitar man none the less.Turn up the guitar.Make it loud.ConnectionsLit up.Me.You.Everybody.Together.SometimesContinue reading “Some Kind of Salvation”

Spirit

Slept on the couch,Slept in the bath tub,Slept on the floor,Slept in the graveyard,But,But it wasn’t my time.Wrote a letter,Wrote a song,Wrote a message,Put it in a bottle,Smashed it,Against the wall.I wrote it down and burnt it.Watched the smoke drift to the skies.I walked the street,People crossed the road,To avoid me.Wouldn’t look me in theContinue reading “Spirit”

Sunset

Take a walk,The sun going down,Shadows stretching across the ground,Still a little heat in the sun,A few folks looking lobster,Peeling and undone.Pizza delivery car crawling up the street,Looking for the right house,Hurry man, folk impatient to eat.Couples going into town,Dressed up for a date,He says,”Getting a hustle on, can’t be late.”She says,”You try walking inContinue reading “Sunset”

Hedgehog Salvation

Miserable Bastards (Part 4) You can read part one here: https://paulandrewsneddon.com/2025/07/12/wake-up-juice/ And Part Two here: https://paulandrewsneddon.com/2025/07/23/the-price-of-books/ And Part Three here: https://paulandrewsneddon.com/2025/07/24/the-bar-is-sinking/ Mikey arrives a wee while later, looking like he had walked through a hedgerow and had a fight with a rampant badger. Frank’s eyebrow goes up as he looks from me to Mikey and back again.Continue reading “Hedgehog Salvation”

The Bar is Sinking

Miserable Bastards (Part 3) You can read part one here: https://paulandrewsneddon.com/2025/07/12/wake-up-juice/ And Part Two here: https://paulandrewsneddon.com/2025/07/23/the-price-of-books/ The bar is dark; neon lights flicker. Someone leaves, and a shaft of late summer natural light breaks in.Ugh, someone shut that door. I take a sip of my drink, house whisky, some kind of liquid. Fuck knows what thisContinue reading “The Bar is Sinking”