‘a golden age’

  what page is Boris on? more to the point from which book is he reading? The eye of the beholder lays bleeding, the socket, like his pocket is empty and that’s the same as the promises they make before they take everything away…

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DUDE

    Doing some and some need doing more than others.   Boris was in full flow spouting off about how things would go   and wouldn’t you know, the future looks amazing and Boris only days in the job.   That’s what I need, a lead, said no dog ever.   so I’m still…

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Heat stroke

  I have a fan. battery operated it oscillates. if it’s not set level it vibrates even though it’s not a vibrator. when the batteries go the fan does not nor I suspect the vibrator. you’ll have to put this one down to the heat which has got me beat but I have a plan…

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The terms and conditions

  It’s all about the healing and how you feel about it, you can hold on to the past, or at least try, but you know that it’s gone and you should say goodbye, but you can’t, it builds like a wall with you on the top and you’ll fall with no one to catch…

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Inboxed

  Who else got a DM from the PM? We watch them scurry and wonder what’s the hurry they’re just getting more of the same and the same is a game of Monopoly moving society closer towards the brink…

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A prize every time

    These are the days that will be someone’s good old days and in so many ways they could be right, the future is the night unrolled, the fortunes that were never told, the things you did and then got old, these are the days.   A slipped disc keeps on playing the same…

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The end

  He didn’t even comb his hair, what a scruff what a duff and I don’t mean the beer, although it feels like Bart Simpson it’s actually Boris Johnson, it must be time to get out of here…

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Windermere

    I used to be able to get eight skims off a single pebble before it did a dive into the lake and now I’ll soon be sixty-four   and can’t get eight skims anymore,   what a bastard time can be when it won’t let me be twenty-three again…

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On the turn of a Tuesday

  Through the squint of a half opened eye watching the crayon of morning drawing the sky. Seagulls on their way to Southend via the East End. Impressions are all that is left…

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Open 9-5 except for weekends

    There’s the thrift shop and that’s the pop the weasel shop,   this is the high street a bit down on its luck and these are the councilors who don’t give a fuck.   (Grammarly suggests I put a question mark after fuck, so I did, fuck, off Grammarly)   I am wondering…

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Two randoms don’t make a bicycle

    Tomorrow we’ll see what we see and if Boris gets in we may all be at sea,   ‘This won’t affect the pound in your pocket’, said, Harold, just before the arrow struck,…

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Monday

      The way that the day cuts the night from the sky making it into one huge apple pie, summer mornings are the why of it,   City noise, where Jackhammers sound like woodpeckers and sirens like.. well sirens like the cops are coming,   someone let the sun out and it come…

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When the mercury hits 28

    Shake the dragons from my hair and watch them breathe fire, they don’t care, they’re dragons   so I woke up feeling choked up and no, it wasn’t sex games haha.   Thursday once upon a week ago and sometimes I really think that though the clocks all look the same the one…

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Crisis Jesus crisis

    Oh yes we all love hatred I’ve left in a bed or two when they’ve said, who the fuck are you? and I’ve said, who are you? and neither of us knew…

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The missing link

  Blind Pew ran aground on a sandbank and gave thanks to the Lord, saying,  salvation was my destination and it looks like I’ve finally arrived and what was Blind Pew doing in a canoe? Falling’s exciting an adventure to delight in until you reach your stop. Piracy like poetry can be random and some…

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Gypsy Rose the third

    In spite of or because of what was I really thinking? and as the counsel of Kings cast their votes each one brings to me thoughts of what was to be and what was to come.   The crack den was open for business when the morning struck fear into death and as…

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Acrobats

  This ducking and diving is one way I survive in, one staying alive in unethical times. you can keep your kudos for a keepsake, praise just makes my ears ache. But think on you’ll give it all up to get on and You’ll get on for as long as you don’t think. It’s beyond…

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Filling in the blanks

  Snow and Jalapeno hit them hard but take it slow, them things kills you don’t you know? and Grammarly puts up a flag makes it kill instead of kills but if I’ve been killed a thousand times that’s a lot of kills, init Grammarly?…

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The deluge

    Let’s start with the forty days, forty days to drown in your sorrows and forty nights to think all those tomorrow’s were never to be,   hey drown anyway.   Some days like some today’s should be, but are not necessarily all that they’re cracked up to be or is that just me…

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Nothingness tastes like strawberries

  If I am carried off in a golden chariot to those Elysian fields, it will only be because they’ll have mixed me up with some saintly soul. They all lie, they’ll tell you sixty is the new thirty but you’ll still die and shortly they’ll tell you what you want to hear and you…

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