Counting backwards

ip dip sky blue remember who played the game with you. And if you try to deny me the debt that falls due it’ll be ip dip sky blue. Backtrack to the coal sack and the smoking fires. don’t fly around the flames dive in head first get there before you feel the pain. ip…

Read More

Waiting for sunrise

I play Ludo but I haven’t a clue though about how the rules go. Mr’s Bun is from a happy family apparently there are families more than happy to put their faces on playing cards. The coffee kicks in my eyes start to pin and you think I’m high. There was no chemical element abused…

Read More

Unmade

Hung up on a hang up, some things are hard to get over. forever sliding down snakes when ladders are in short supply I keep throwing the dice keep trying to be nice but the anger is building, I know that anger like Lego are mere bricks from the get go weighing me down. I…

Read More

Here we go

innuendo you’d think nudge, nudge, wink, wink, back in the day that’s all we had to play with and Action Man, mustn’t forget him. Playing with Sindy or Barbie was much more fun Mum raised an eyebrow wondering what now? ‘Tales of the unexpected;…

Read More

The pixies

Towering blocks that rise above blocks that nestle below and below them smaller blocks the pixies have gone all hail the rise of the Pokémon. We’re all on the tilt side and society lied when it said life’s not a game…

Read More

Tracing diamonds

Sharp edges as glass cracks and eyes looking back through the prisms of jigsaw shards where clowns laugh through the madness of tormented lips Lulu sips her champagne she’s seen it all and it’s all the same broken and reset only to get broken but now she’s smoking’ crystal cuts through paper trails and sails…

Read More

More from the dumpster

Pain flickers like a candle flame licking at old wounds and opening closed doors it fails in the end to move me and I stay rooted to the spot. Got to keep what I’ve got even the pain. If you see the sun why not tell it to come or am I waiting here in…

Read More

Parlour play

You’d know if it was Cluedo by the body in the library, it’s good he knew the difference between real life and a game all the same the body was dead and rigor had set in, which gave the time of death at a breath after five. Miss Marple had she not been fictional would have…

Read More

Faith

    She has the contours that allure me, handcuffs to secure me   I think I’ll be safe…

Read More