Bombs away

Moving twice as fast to catch up with the past, but making no headway at all. Standing still will do me. thoughts of a tree but even trees fall eventually. On Sunday I pray. The church bells have rung I am hoisted and hung by my own petard, ‘Hamlet; always thus, hard to understand? If…

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Merry Christmas Marley

Friggin’ sick of this why don’t they pick me up why don’t they put me in the van take me away and lock me up give me a cell a bed a meal a man got nuttin’ if he don’t feel. Cold init? or is it me that? no it couldn’t be but then again…

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Salt and onion crisps

It was suddenly Sunday when the no end to the fun day was in sight of the finishing line, I want extra time but cannot afford the wait. some of the things that ‘it’s all good’ brings are pretty much useless and we discard the fact that it’s that which attracts us that turn us…

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