Judgement day is coming, the end is nigh

Did you sign up for this shit? this little bit of nothing, because nothing is what it is and a little bit of it is shit. Shall we let that pass? gas on over the garden fence about how this is no offense? Parliament is the selection box an assortment of odd socks ‘you get…

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Eleanor

She who birthed me bathed me nurtured me saved me from myself is resting with the angels. Happy Mother’s day Mum. xxx…

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Generational

Why don’t you just spray on the tear gas do not let me pass go don’t tell me the things that I need to know I am the throwaway in this throwaway society and why me? why? because I’m old and a drain on resources? a reminder that old horses should be shot? but you…

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Replacement therapy

They’re talking about hormones on the radio I’ve put on some headphones I can still hear them though. Life gets tougher for the gentle man…

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Three card slick.

I am the original the prequel the sequel all singing dancing rhyming and if all things are equal then I am…

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Living it large

We know so we go and we do what we knew and we, as in you and me go on. but we’re all just plodding before nodding off…

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The incision

When they’re all standing around me watching me leave them saying how much they loved me I wonder will I believe them? At death’s door because there’s always a door and that’s what we’re here for, to explore, nothing more…

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This was the week that wasn’t

(off Westminster) Furious? I’m fuckin’ incandescent, fuming that they have room in which to maneuver we should hoover the lot up and put them in the trash cash in our bonds and get out here in a flash (just to make it rhyme)…

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For hire

Available? absolutely. Who’s going to shoot me a line? This is a rehearsal before the performance I take my chance and play to an empty auditorium, Is this an audition or just a transitional state I am in? Reality never looks real to me it must be something to do with optometry or maybe it…

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In the early light

The day woke with me spoke to me laughed at me like Loki and the hairline crack that sucks the day black and back to the night closed tight. By the way Friday is, but I’m not sure what…

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Corporation counters

Could you ever have felt dumber when they said, you were just a number It turns out that you’re an accounting error. There’s a robbery in progress who’s going to confess to that? They’ve stolen you and what can you do if you’re just a number?…

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Average Joe

Conscious of my surroundings and au fait with the situation I work within a formation of ideas. It is not what I see it is what it could be that intrigues me. The missionary commissions me to write for his magazine, but I’ve been there and done it, rose and rode through it while some…

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At the end of a day

Those inhibitions are likely to kill you and you’ll never know, will you? One in the eye and a Cyclops passed by, but pay him no heed you can have what you need you have only to let yourself go. Don’t ask me what this means, I only write it’s the ink that thinks for…

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What I don’t know

You know that they can take you all call you when they wanna call and yet you think you’re in control of things…

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A fortune awaits

The travel back there to get home and to share the afternoon with my lady. It was a hard day a bread and dripping or a lard day but days like this come and go it won’t be remembered, but the afternoon will and the evening spent under the light of the moon will because…

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Spell

Witchcraftery, black cat and broomstick, strange that they follow me…

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Picking at peas

I don’t know about Monsanto, but they do grow things in an awkward style or maybe it’s just the farmers and tractors that attract me. Maybe I’m not modified though God knows I have tried perhaps it’s the rut that I’m in. sex always creeps in, I still don’t know about Monsanto…

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Night fall

The road to Wigan pier, still here? I guess so. but moving on as we all must do even if it’s just to muddle through. The rich and the famous the notorious and the nameless have it made, it’s all laid out for them and so can we if we’re allowed to be free. Be…

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The sweep hand

Why is it taking so long what has time done and is anything wrong? Relative, they say and time stands still like when I look at you and your eyes, stunned, I am mesmerised. I think that’s the fixed point in space somewhere between now and your face. and no one needs to tell the…

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