The corked genie

Are you still in the dream with me? can you see me watching you wondering what to do? no instruction booklet in the subset where the subtext is an undercurrent of hot sex and an overblanket that wrecks any idea of free movement. So are you or where are you and are you watching me…

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It’s me on the jubilee

He’s Coughing Choking think that man should give up smoking. Someone tagged the door Isn’t that against the law? There are those wearing ‘High Visibility’ there are those full of misery such fun on the jubilee. It’s painkiller quick, but it makes me feel sick when i look at the price I must pay. Commuting…

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Frightened of the dark

I’m getting a lottery ticket picking six numbers I believe that I’ll win it. Dream on John, but he woke and the world carried on. Friday, a one eyed, hog tied couldn’t make it, but I tried day and we all know what that feels like…

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Why, not work

It’s Friday so could we start early and should we or would we feel guilty? four thirty and hardly the time to get flirty. it’s raining and windy it would be it’s Friday one more conspiracy to add to the list…

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Nice is a four letter word

Can you feel the romance of a Friday? if so go out and dance to the music, my heart thumps to your beat, let’s meet up later, take a trip to the theatre. forward thinking, no drinking, best behaviour. she saves me from myself. At midnight when I’m feeling light headed she still switches me…

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The disappearing trick

Dinner’s on the table and we toy with it, instead the diet fills us full of joy so we go with it. if you didn’t have to would you. could you do without it and does it do you any favours if you can’t? If poetry eases the agony why am I still in pain?…

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loony tune

Ready get set not yet now. Friday is a line up when time’s up, say, ‘what’s up Doc’, bugs bunny just as funny today as it ever was…

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French toast

I need a shave but I might save that for later. Does anyone out there hear the ringing in my ears? When I closed my eyes and you couldn’t see me, when I was a baby it was simpler then. and now I’m swimming in a reservoir there and back to see how far I…

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Well

I tried for a Friday I howled and I cried for a Friday and lo and behold a Friday came just as I got old wait for what you wish for and before you know it you forget what it was that you wished for, what am I waiting for?, Sunrise is still a surprise to…

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It’s probably nothing

Could this be your day, my day, Friday why say no? I look out for inspiration see two points of separation which fills me with consternation and that’s not fattening, so it seems something good comes from everything. To throw oranges at ducks and hope for a bulls eye (random farmyard) still slipping a gear…

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Island brew

Not going out but it’s Friday what’s going on? or is it not about what’s on? Minding my own staying at home the radio’s on there’s a beer by my side watching myself as I slide deeper and deeper nearer and nearer to the end of an era. Look at the facts like attracts like…

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Chewing the cud

Bank Holiday Monday is like Sunday without the bells almost quiet but not quite there’s a slight murmur down on the corner where a crowd is gathering (and I bet it’s not corn) all ears I strain to hear but it’s too far away which is a bit like Friday on a Bank Holiday Monday…

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Accidentally responsible

There’s more to it and more to come, save your daylight but burn the sun,   I’ve run out of matches, and Lowry painting matchstick men is unaware of my desire to torch and set the world on fire,   then when this is then and now was when back then I’ll paint my life as…

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