The time trap

I swim in them so those pictures from a minute ago or a thousand years ago are still stowed in the album…

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Sun on Sunday

The power of a good prayer works wonders a bit like Double Diamond but it doesn’t get you drunk. My memory foam mattress remembers me when I was a stallion, I’m glad because I don’t. Prayer won’t help me there. So here I am and where might that be? you may well ask. I suppose…

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Trying not to be s trynosaur

Ready to fly off die off, cry off, boredom likes to kill. People I have known who’ve flown, took the final bow how I miss them. Old men and memory are taking me, but I will resist them, I have no time for old men although the ladies are quite sweet. But it’s a numbers…

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Old man on a chair, watercolour 1956

We used to be didn’t we? then we went our separate ways you into the night and I into the distance of those lonely days watching interminable television plays based on love and romance let loose and yet instead of playing the field I became a recluse preferring to be alone seeking no company needing…

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Boats and barges

Funny how one remembers the old way which way back then was the way. Mum picked up her pay from a little side window at the infirmary almost as if they didn’t want anyone to see it. Sister stood by the old canal wall watching the ‘lady Fiona’ which by the way which was the way…

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Monday

The bait bag or snap tin was what dad put his sandwiches in and off to work he went, not a city gent, but skilled in his own way and worked a day for a day’s pay, We used to watch for him coming home and when we saw the works van we ran down…

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White Christmas

Where’s the snow where did it go? When I was a boy before you were born or maybe not we got a lot of snow and you know it didn’t feel so cold back then when I was a boy before the internet and before I forget which I do can you remember the snow…

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Tricks

I keep going back, a minute, a year, a decade or sometimes two wondering who I was back then and when I return to the present it has past more loss? I know it’s just a shift in the light where the memory turns off and then on to a night long ago or a…

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Blanks

There are no reflections to be seen a long brooding look at a face I once mistook for a Gods and no channels into an afterlife as if life had no other purpose than to drain us no reflections here along the corridors of mirrors only the silence to remind me of the way to…

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After this

Then let us drink of the Lethe and forget that we lived there may the river wash our worries away…

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Cockleshell cowboy

Stripped of all reality wading out into the sea for only I could hear the sirens wailing and failing in the fading light lost the day turned into night the shore became a memory for me and a man walking into the sea…

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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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Reminders

Only when it is time and when the time comes, oh but look at how time runs off the face of the clock. Lock up your daughters remember still waters still run deep keep an eye on the time though watch the time go slow or so you think, I drink time as if it’s…

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Rag dolls

Only scarecrows crow about the things they think they know about while the ragamuffin rooks keeps schtum. I played in the arcades as the ghost train rolled away and the one armed bandits clapped their hands on the pier of my holiday. these are the nightmares we can’t run from the fears that we all face…

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Walking in the woods

We might as well be shearing sheep instead of sweating over things we want to change, but want to keep it’s in fukin sane and that’s like being in fukin London. the poet a complicated halfwit tails off into a distance that was never there and shares a memory, Paul, an old friend was diagnosed…

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“whynotno?”

One more cycle around the Sun and E=MC squared for some it is over only when it’s done and even then E=MC squared for some. but we did have fun dancing between the times that lined the streets of yesterday, drinking ‘K’ that’s bona fide electric cider or so they say. What beautiful colours that flash…

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Lighter mornings

The night is as dark as ever in a rapidly changing World, that never changes. Daylight saving is fine as far as I know but what I don’t know is who is saving it and why. Perhaps it’s being stockpiled in case the Sun burns out and we’ll then be charged for it, (pay per…

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On the second day

Misery all about me, signs of misery it must be Tuesday cheers. Lost in a long list of losts I make a longer list of things to be done but I run from the memory only to bump into misery down on the underground line. cheers. one day closer to being no nearer what do…

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About that

I could send myself a memo but to where I do not know,… never knew a place I stayed at didn’t know a place to go. I can remember most things mostly but there’s others slip the net I do wish I’d wrote that memo as an aid to not forget. being old is no…

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Distortions in space?

  just not the place I remember not my town, but it was late September, I remember it ran red with the laughter of vines, how colourful times were back then.   Ghosts that now flit between doorways half lit by the light of a neon can someone please tell me what happened and when…

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