About Tuesday

The clock ticks on you think the alarm’s a bomb and it blows up in your face. That’s how it feels if you make your deals with the Devil or his son. Must run got a train to catch got to patch in to this day and its sin. In the spectrum if ho hum…

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Unscrambles the day

It’s a bother to bother when you cannot be bothered, I am not bothered about that. Her tongue ran away with her as so often it did. Funnily enough the fever was hot and I felt cold. Coming attraction self satisfaction. playing the beads on a rosary watching her legs in that hosiery the devil…

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Flints

Because it’s different now and not like it used to be if it ever was, different. I’m different looking at things differently some things interest me others do not and I feel like ‘Lot’ carrying a bag of salt, but that’s the Methodist in me, a touch of the weirdly wonderful Wesley in me. How…

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Drink and the devil

If I felt one death I’ve felt one hundred what more can death do. you live so why cry? I saw the beaten and tortured in courtyards that weren’t even known saw the blood running dry you live so why cry? I exhume the fumes of ancestors anchored to memory and there is the mast,…

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Prometheus

Mankind, man kind? some find them so, like the chameleon in changing light where changing colours is not only right it is a necessity, but to be punished eternally!, that’s harsh. This is an Eden we breed then? The Phenomenal Woman. only for the fortunate favourite men, the gods and their right hand men who walk…

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The Rotherhithe tunnel

It takes cement to make a gent and I’ve been chewing bricks since nineteen fifty six that’s an awful lot of brick dust. They say, needs must when the Devil rides, time and tides and other adages that make no sense to me. I always listen carefully, but it’s in one ear and out the…

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