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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