Bedtime in Bournemouth

Some stay with me and become a part of my bio-chemistry she reads palms and tells me this. Ghosts kiss lightly and tread even more so, the dead know everything. I sleep to wake hoping the pattern won’t break but knowing one day it will. when I was six and sixty was longer than Christmas…

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Four of diamonds

Back on the treadmill willpower hour after hour I ache take a pill back on the treadmill. realising I’m a hamster with a fetish for the ‘mill I take another pill and store it in my cheek for next week. It feels like I’m going under being taken over by some unseen force but I…

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Hemmorhaging is not a Bavarian hamlet

Once again I find the morning light breaks through my eyes and wakes this sleeping mind, it seems the dreams will have to wait or shall I not cooperate? Tschaikovsky Tuesday is a nutcracker I try to be PC but it still breaks my balls. When I get there if I get there I’ll send…

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