Units of unawareness

Write a letter to yourself and where you think you’ll be in eight years time, the therapist told me it would unlock something in me and so I wrote that letter and put it under the clock on the marble mantelpiece. Today at five forty three it occurred suddenly to me that the time had…

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The time trap

I swim in them so those pictures from a minute ago or a thousand years ago are still stowed in the album…

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Involuntary detox

This morning although I tried to write it was quite impossible, I was pressed up tight against what I dare not say, the underground rush is a hell of a way to start any day anyway I could not get to my pen, ( being penned in is a falsehood ) so I wrote with…

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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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Under a Spanish Sun #9

It’s easy if I don’t think don’t blink and just drink myself into a stupor absolutely super. Too many daybreaks headaches heartaches and it all takes its toll. If I stay sober long enough I can get through this feeling of feeling rough and do proper stuff, if I tough it out, say no to…

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The fifteenth twist

It all depends on who upends the apple cart. Start as you mean to go on and if it’s wrong start again, no pain and all that clap trap get the gist? or be like me and just get pissed waste it away ‘for a year and a day’ and sing to the moon. but…

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Girl

There was a line going on in her head ‘to be or not to be..’ dead, but she’d read Shakespeare so that was fine lines on her face haggard and drawn words from her lips ‘wish I’d never been born’ that wasn’t her choice the voice in her head Shakespeare to be not to be…

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