Butterflys

Papillon Papillon why do you carry on? your wings have been clipped and they’re shipping you off to the Amazon Papillon…

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The burning bush

What did Peter know when the cock crew? crew? or crow? I don’t know and neither did Peter. This is how things go when, well you know how when is? neither here nor there it’s like when is everywhere when you need it to be somewhere near here I sit at a keyboard bored files…

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Pineapple chunks

The train now leaving from platform fourteen is the six fifteen from your waking dream into your worst nightmare, ‘are we there yet?’ Travel may be the means to unravel the knots in your gut but it’s not cheap, far cheaper to sleep. Friday used to be my day to relax, unwind, pop some pills,…

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G’nite folks

What if what if was? now that could mean anything but if it was is a what if why? Guess my brain cells disintegrate when it gets late, sooner or later they all will but what if what if never happens?…

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Spaghetti junction

Do you ever think it’s a game? words that are squared and then given a name are words after all and are essentially all the same. do you ever feel inspired to write? to burn midnight oil where inspiration drifts in and it’s like second sight and what is it you write? primroses? the beauty…

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The warped factor

Cairo and I know it was Cairo because of the pyramids what I don’t know is why I was there, information is scarcer than water and only the scorpions sing. it’s always the far flung and out of the way places that you wake up and find yourself in. Khufu who we knew as Cheops pops…

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Three rungs short of a ladder

As far as it goes which is not very far I’ve been and done the things your Mother warned you about. It’s bedtime here in make believe I make believe it’s true. Over to you in the studio on the radio, which is digital like everything else. Someone out there is dying to try it…

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Vegetable soup

Figure it out the results are the same the stock market’s down the winged horse has gone lame, find me a building to jump from or lay me out, put my head on a block I am reeling with undefined sadness and my body has gone into shock. It was money for Monet and art…

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Ponders on

The distances between the galaxies rotating in my extremities are extremely small. I fall into several obscure categories which are deep enough to drown me. Where are the stars to light my way? A universe inside my head dying dying almost dead the darkness blends in with the night that bends in through the door…

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Big tops

What are the odds? one, ten, a million ten billion to one? and yet we go on with life, with living, who’s giving these odds? We make rods for our backs throwing wooden balls into round holes like a fairground attraction watching horses move along predetermined tracks and we hope to win a prize. Eyes…

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Two tiers on Tuesday

About as far away as I can be from this sensing of security and yet I try to get an inch more from the mile. Indecision? I survive in troubled times. I will or will not decide to see what’s on the menu placed in front of me, knowing it’s a platform game and what…

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Kissing Xenon

You’re never alone not even when you’re dead which is probably the only time you have to be alone, there’s always an angel looking in on you to see if you would like to do one of seven hundred million activities not a moment of peace not even in eternity which is just an infinite…

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Dumbstruck

Every word’s in German or it could be me that is not, and not what? I hear you say. I hear many things some unlikely most untimely and some will find me here or there mainly laissez-faire. Finger on the trigger guard trying hard not to slip. It might be Dutch words being doubled such…

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The organist

It’s life and not the Western Front you don’t get the sheriffs star or go with Beau Geste on a terrorist hunt Daktari? who mentioned that throwback from the outback way back long ago? If you wanted fireworks you’ve got them I’ve got a hyperactive thyroid fucking annoyed about it but shit it’s small potatoes…

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The motion of men

..and now it’s my own footsteps I’m running alongside trying to beat the tide and catch the Sun before it dies. It’s when, far out on the spit that it hits you and as if you knew you chase the steps you made before…

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More from the ‘three’

No one says no but no one knows what I know and ‘Who’s on second base’ Hymns playing in the background so I know it’s Sunday, when I was young it used to be cricket in the background, times change init? We all come to it, that greater understanding not that we understand it you…

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Mumbles

What do you think? under the sink? there’s pipes leaking, speaking of drips how’s your husband? Quick on the draw slightly raw but never over the top. Where’s Jack Frost? who paid him off? what did it cost? no answers from there more questions from her, how’s it going? she’ll know in a while. so…

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Telly torments

My life became a constant theme tune, Coronation Street Steptoe and Son worst of all, Terry and June I know they’re not real just situations but I find myself humming insanely someone should ‘brain me’ (the Northerners’ll get that one) It’s not rocket science not Beethoven either and I’d rather learn those than keep wrinkling…

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Things we need to know

You might be sitting comfortably, let me see. But don’t let comfort comfort you or take the view that you need to be comfortable comfort is debatable do you want to talk or would that be uncomfortable while you’re sitting comfortably?…

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By association

There are those like me, the cause of synchronicity, relying on and that’s where it goes wrong the relying, because we’re all dying to rely upon someone. Someone drop Jung a bung A C note should do. Alternatively the universe gifts me endless possibilities and the Sun which always has done shines on…

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