I’m sure I stood here before, in another life.On this stage, back to the drums, these shoes on the hardwood floor, singing this song like it was all I was, all I had.The drums keep the beat like my pulse. I’m thinking of the room where this started.Alone, broke, writing.Sitting alone at the end ofContinue reading “Flying”
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2-0
2-0 win, on a Saturday afternoon.Following the game online, or on the radio.Wee man through to tell me the goals Covid.Laying in bed.Or on the couch.A win is just the tonic. Well,That and 2 paracetamol. Last time this happened I had a chest infection, Everyone else was away to the game.2-0 down at half time.We scored 5Continue reading “2-0”
Top Five
I was bored one day. Writing lists:Top 5 songs.Top 5 taxi rides.Top 5 bars.Top 5 boozy nights I can remember… Top 5 places I woke up. At the bar:As the light stole in,Like a thief.Her smiling,We need to get out of here. In her bed:Ayrshire Rain at the window,Our bodies tangled.Under the covers.Never want toContinue reading “Top Five”
The Ghost
A tale of blood, shadows, and spite by Paul Andrew Sneddon Blood on the PavementThese empty streets. The crowd is gone now. Taste of blood in my mouth. Doors closed. Curtains drawn.The police car parked down the road.Siren flashing.Rain pouring down.The detective.Empty Eyes.My father’s man.His blade.Will do what he is told.Always has. Always will.Taste ofContinue reading “The Ghost”
Burn Brighter
Flick the lighter.A familiar click.Flame.Warmth.Close it,Gone.Look at the side:Black.Blue skull.Life.Death.Old couch.Empty house.But the flame,It’s still there.Somewhere.Flick it open.It sparks back,Burn brighter. (c) Paul Andrew Sneddon
Paul Andrew Sneddon 