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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The bomb

They can’t see you cry when you’re drowning they can’t hear you weep while they sleep they can be quite obtuse and they’re not much flaming use they can’t see you cry when you’re drowning…

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Daily grind

Snip a little from here take a little from there pluck out one of my eyes and cut a lock from my hair but if you haven’t got the key you will never have me…

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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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He said..

..that when we’ve died we’re whisked away to an interstellar courtroom where we are tried for crimes against immortality! sound a bit fishy to me but he should know, I watched him go and saw him return. A modern day Lazarus cardboard for his bed which is more than for the rest of us. Anyway…

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Setting a scene

The minute I wake up the dream takes a back seat and two minutes later I can’t remember a thing. But I am sure it was great because I woke up quite late in a sweat. haha get me, acting like I’m twenty three and that’s the beauty of the dreaming state. And it is…

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Music to die for

What about you? do you think there are easier things to do than this? I want a background track something like, Jimmy Mack or Black Man Ray to play me out. Preparing for a day so close and yet so far away, there are easier things to do…

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Exorcism

Now it gets exciting someone turned out the light and let the night in and it’s backs to the wall as the shadows fall from the rafters. You must be fuckin’ insane if you drop in again out of choice but there’s a voice in my brain saying, what’s wrong with insane because we’re all…

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When we disappear

I imagined there was more than this like coloured lights and harlequins cricket balls and ninepins a café and a bar sometimes I imagine and takes things a little far but it’s fair to say I’m disappointed. Heaven. open nine to seven, when closed leave deliveries ’round the back…

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