On the couch

Confident in my ability to be self sufficient in self deficiency I stumble blindly on to crumple into my skeleton the one that belongs to John, surprised I’ve lasted quite so long, though not as surprised as John…

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Old man on a chair, watercolour 1956

We used to be didn’t we? then we went our separate ways you into the night and I into the distance of those lonely days watching interminable television plays based on love and romance let loose and yet instead of playing the field I became a recluse preferring to be alone seeking no company needing…

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The silences of thoughts

It was after noon and some time in the hours that preceded there came knocking on the windows, but my sight being impeded by the fragrance of your beauty that I saw in different colours on the counters of the market stalls that tumbled down from childhood and the knocking on the windows continued on…

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A little bit of Sunday

Time goes and we know it’s just the alibi it needs as it slowly feeds upon the passing years which allays our fears because we know that eating is quite natural. As my spirits rise when hearing this the spirits in the bottle disappear and yes I’m on the ‘piss’ keeling over going under but…

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