Darning socks

‘All our yesterday’s’ was only yesterday which is like today, but oddly enough not. I got pay per view for free and you? At a roundabout doing ninety which means she is doing the same. I am piecing things together to stich up my life, sewing up the sadness throwing out the knife there will be…

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Old buzzards and apple pies

The committee decides on who wins and who takes a dive, just like a boxing match some take a fall some get it all and usually we get bugger all and bugger ‘all isn’t a country mansion, even though to a Northern lad it sounds the same. and the committee always wins. The house is…

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Any way you read it.

Slipping into and out from occasionally feeling something ain’t right is it temporary? or is the impermanence I feel here permanently. Trapped between the ice cubes and malted milks I drift off into Summer she wears her silks is it real or illusion? do we advance to a fusion? slipping into and out from occasionally…

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Twenty seven silences

What was out there is still, still there hiding in the hedgerows shining in the rainbows and slowly melting with the ice floes, everything goes but why go now?…

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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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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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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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In the end

I think I’ll be neutered they’ll slice me open take it all out and put in a suture the future looks grim. But I can still grin a Cheshire cat ain’t afraid of that but has to think twice about mice…

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On the foredeck

The end is by far and away the best place, the journey becomes incidental and the experience immaterial. The first steps as they say are the hardest even if you’re wearing sneakers. The hurdles placed, the obstacles faced and yet we have raced against time to get here. And if here is where we are then…

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Indigo Joe

Why anything? trying to find a reason to bring a song to my lips. Why anything when everything slips away and we’re framed in the doorway of tomorrow where yesterday is only a memory we think we had. Why anything if everywhere is the nowhere of no-mans land and the fatigue’ is the remnant of…

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The family tree

Angels painting crosses on black doorways in the sky kisses for the homecoming? I wonder when and why if the sunlight hides in shadows and the night’s in open view who is it we wait for? are the angels here for you?…

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The Sisyphus thing

I counted them up to seventeen thousand four hundred and fifty two then the tide came in and when it went out I set about counting the grains again. This is my punishment a pointless task you might as well ask me to count all the colours that I cannot see…

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Crafting yachts

When my will has won and every pennant I fly signifies one more penance done it may be and I might be some time in the making, the bookies are taking ante post bets I never met a poor bookmaker don’t be fooled don’t let them take your money…

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The seventh life

Look like a bloody ragamuffin? looks like I need stuffing ha with hay before you say anything. Glad that work is done for the day glad that I’m home and far far away from that maddening crowd. Sometimes I speak quite loud. And sometimes I just get drunk…

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Now that we’re closer to Friday

If I had my way which she assures me I do I’d make the weekend last longer to spend more time with you. When I grow up I want to be a soldier but not one that’s dipped in an egg. But for now which was now but it’s now then, I’ll just be me…

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Watford gap

Between the platform and the train and here I stand again nothing’s fair or do I have a jaundiced view? you read I write along the roads that lead to midnight and we’ve all gone there down the unlit avenues where you’ve shivered in your fright along the roads that lead to midnight this is…

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Philip the philosopher

There’s no closure this is the exploding edifice the imposing of another what if and it’s all about me the sea of faces washing over me the crashing of waves the humanity the futile gesture this texture of my life gritty rougher around the edges but I am being given a softer contour older age…

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