Off Central

It was always the journey where we made the discovery. If you keep your eyes shut you’ll see nothing but your imagination. Hard work and self examination count for little when you’re drowning in the sea off the coast of desperation. I have threaded my life through the aperture when any point is the point…

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Under a Spanish Sun #9

It’s easy if I don’t think don’t blink and just drink myself into a stupor absolutely super. Too many daybreaks headaches heartaches and it all takes its toll. If I stay sober long enough I can get through this feeling of feeling rough and do proper stuff, if I tough it out, say no to…

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The ‘utility belt’

Anger contained. It’s a tumble down all up in the air not worth half a crown until it’s spent. Too much of and far too many personalities and that’s a disorder in the new order. I disintegrate into a vegetative state almost hibernate but one has to be wary there are scary things and not…

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The invention of worries

‘unable to connect to chat’ well that’s that then isn’t it? cut off (in my prime) Now I’ll have to talk in real time to real people. but I’ve forgotten how. Trapped by the screen and it has failed me I see a future uncertain that lays before me, what if I can’t find the…

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Boats and barges

Funny how one remembers the old way which way back then was the way. Mum picked up her pay from a little side window at the infirmary almost as if they didn’t want anyone to see it. Sister stood by the old canal wall watching the ‘lady Fiona’ which by the way which was the way…

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Channels

She’s thinking, his house or mine? I’m thinking Bauhaus and time I was moving along. Some songs are meant to be sung some carried heavily in a heart and some are just part of the tapestry we wrap ourselves in with our misery…

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Inner wheels

Another revolution one more time going around or just a shady put up job a circle on the underground. tin pot, crackpot, smoke pot not me. In this field of sight division is the only thing we see. There’s an uprising in Upminster unrest in Soho Square there are bombs being dropped on Syria aren’t…

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Toybox story

taking a flyer but why should we bother to try a new thing? History tells and even with bells on it yells out a lie unclean unclean have you seen how unclean? Sin is the thing we win when we sin and we lose just the same. I could have been a Saint but I…

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Monday

The bait bag or snap tin was what dad put his sandwiches in and off to work he went, not a city gent, but skilled in his own way and worked a day for a day’s pay, We used to watch for him coming home and when we saw the works van we ran down…

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Under a Spanish Sun #2

Don as in Quixote looked at me as if to say, ‘Wednesday, his look said nothing more and I began to wonder Nothing unusual in me wondering I’d been looking at the stars in the early morning sky and wondering why there seemed to be so few of them and about the stream that always…

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Fire damage

You have to remember that some members of a team have star status, they’re not like us they don’t lose out, we are the fractured supposedly inured to loss and pain. It’s the same over and once more and what’s more there’s no relief. It is my belief that everyone should be treated like they’re…

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Another Gerald

We can all go swimming in the plastic sea with lego man and his family. Grammarly says lego should be with a capital L I told Grammarly to go to hell see I can spell and my words are my words except for grammarly and lego but there you go we can’t all be perfect…

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Sweet dreams

Underneath the forest’s evening scowl the wolves howl and the chickens go home to roost. The deer dear to me jump crazily the squirrel squirrels away its nuts and it is nuts sometimes at night times when the predators prowl underneath the forest’s evening scowl…

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When Tuesday falls

I think we’ve all had that feeling of feeling nothing. Emptied like the dustbins used to be and yet full of foreboding as if someone is loading a twelve bore with a cartridge and your name is on it. And feeling that way which is one way to feel do you feel like kneeling and…

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Blizzards

Ever watchful, the third man and we knew there was one that always followed on behind snow blind, but able to see the future paths laid out for me…

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Group hugs

One gets fixated on until the next thing comes along and then one gets fixated on something again. I suppose some sort of balance comes when one can balance up the sums of one’s existence. The existential being is one that I’m not seeing although there’s something of the spiritual residual. If in the letting…

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Chapter 4, verse 1

Holy week, another chance to torment those who seek redemption. Hang your cross of Jesus on the wall ( a double execution) as if crucifixion was not enough…

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Poem 55

Soothsayers sightseers hands up all you volunteers we’re going in when time is thin upon the ground and frost is thick within the air and when your heart begins to pound nobody hears ‘cepting the volunteers but they’ll skate or skirt around you if you don’t sign up on the line I was a time…

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The clog dancer

Saturday seeps slowly through these Venetian blinds which are made by an Italian family resident in Birmingham. I think Saturday creeps in silently anyway, earlier in the garden that’s actually a balcony with potted plants I watched the Sun such as it was go down. Time loses something in the telling of its tale where…

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Postcards from Ecuador

The end dear friend is just the entry and he pointed, but he never meant me, it was the old man sat inside me that the message was intended for. I sat and wondered about the door and what was it the entry for and could it be he meant me after all? Then the…

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