A circular staircase

The vintage was old vicarage the label was old spice the taste was new, peculiar, a touch which I thought nice. But I’m spinning rings a hoopla stall the fairground’s gone, what happened to it all? Everything goes every one grows everybody knows why except me…

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Internal bleeding

( ‘don’t worry, be happy’ ) Suicidal tendencies? thoughts like these disrupt communication alienate you from the general population and end up with you being wheeled into a private sanitarium or even worse a council crematorium. I never think like this and while life’s not always a bunch of bliss I’d rather have a punch…

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Complex cuts

I bleed congeal bleed congeal and sometimes feel I’m bleeding out but it’s not about what it’s all about and now I know I’m not…

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Heatwaves

Good Friday for religion and for keeping the fridge full on because I’m running at 30 degrees … The temp’ is only temporary according to the BBC whose weather is the best and the best of me and you melts according to the forecasts that we hear. I’m working today so don’t listen to that…

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Accidentally responsible

There’s more to it and more to come, save your daylight but burn the sun,   I’ve run out of matches, and Lowry painting matchstick men is unaware of my desire to torch and set the world on fire,   then when this is then and now was when back then I’ll paint my life as…

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