March 2017

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A machine to delete the now

By Richard James Allen

I’ll email you my alibi

I thought I was awake

PS please also find attached

The cv of my heart

You scratch my backstory

And I’ll scratch yours

Called away by the real


Oh and lies are what strangers think

In the relentless oasis of life

Only when you come to accept

That you can never know

The end of your story


Don’t seek another beginning


Only on what you imagine

To be your skin

Feel the breeze

Of the promised land


It is raining on the world

And the petals of a thousand lives

are falling