Tuned in

Feeling it? I am though not a lot just a little bit. Tubes. He looks like him off the TV flat cap and an Emmerdale CV but it’s probably not him at all. Red riding hood looks good I have to admit but there are wolves everywhere so don’t sit over there you’re safer near…

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Crax in the ceiling

Nobody’s sure anymore about what we felt sure of before we weren’t sure and I am not sure anyway. But we built our houses from straw spit and sawdusted the floor what were we waiting for? absolution? absolutely? well Pan played the pipes like a flute he was a ram of a man, are you…

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Unknown

A consumable, but renewable. waste not what you want not because some ain’t got ‘jack’ and in two shakes of a sparrers tail they’d have the shirt off your back. Energy, though not necessarily efficiency gets me through until I get home and to you. as an afterthought, if I ever get to the top…

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Tango

Wouldn’t you like to do re-writes of those Saturday nights and repair all the wreckage left behind? Memory is the best editor I know, the darkness of yesterday can glow in those dull dusty places to illuminate faces that I almost forget. But I’m kidding no-one not even myself, you can’t re-write a book when…

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About taste

The poetry came from a dream which in itself was quite obscene and the rhymes reflected that, but times being as they are, anything taken beyond the edge is considered as taking it too far, so the admin’ host removed my post as is his right to do. but life isn’t banal it’s carnal, feral,…

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Imprints

Just call me speedy and when you need me I will be there as quick as a flash or in no time at all which I’m sure is slightly faster than a flash. In my mind’s eye I try to assemble my life and put events in the right context, just one of the contests…

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Off Stratford Broadway

What’s the betting that we’ll be getting the runaround. we’re bound to be. the universal credit rap and aren’t you sick to death of all that crap? we may as well turn up our toes, god knows who’ll pay for the funerals (maybe the Co-op). Short of winning the lottery, financially I will always be…

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Options

Thinking I can outrun a bullet from the gun? well it would be fun trying, not much fun dying though when you lose. A lifestyle more sedentary, one in which no one’s out to shoot me would definitely suit me. I’m taking up macrame nothing there to harm me…

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The typing pool

It doesn’t matter whether qwerty or azerty letters from the keyboard have it within them to hurt me the impersonal of a personal computer opened and loaded with bullet points to shoot you and me see it really doesn’t matter does it?…

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Twenty two gears

Take a look into the chasm, wake, a spasm, stretch and it will go, but we know there is a void build a bridge cross into the kitchen raid the fridge make your own way back to where it started from, stuff your face pull back the curtains, Irish lace see a brick wall no…

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Charging up

..and now I try to analyse the dreams that sped before my eyes, the legs, the thighs the flow of hair the way the sun shone, was it me? was I really there? ..and 4:04 why? what for? Monday, wrung out, bring out your dead because someday it’ll Monday for you. At least I woke…

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Beggars on the beach

What do you want from me? a suicidal tendency? a regimental history? or do you pity me in the city me, as I sit and look at you? do you see the leaning towards self destruct? fucked if I can. but it hides well and bodes ill. I could kill for a lager something larger…

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Who

I looked out from the mirror, but I didn’t recognise me he was a little older then I guessed it was a Monday eyes red rimmed and sore I wondered what the man was looking in the mirror for…

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Grumbling appendix

Is Mexico the only place you can go when you’re on a cross border run? Follow the stars and go ’round in circles. Who knows where Haley’s comet goes on its lonely journey in space? but it always comes back as if it follows some magnetic strip or track and what does that tell you?…

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Inside box 13

If I close my eyes maybe Monday won’t see me, a cloak of invisibility would do me right now. how did the weekend end and why wasn’t I warned that today was arriving? it’s always the way night and day day and right I’m tuning in let the day begin. Down there at number one…

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Plotting an escape

Have you ever gone swimming with sharks boosted cars played fast and loose with the women or drank poison and asked for a refill? it only lasted forever until forever came over the hill and we found out that we were over the hill too. If age is just a number I am number fifteen…

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Prep tool

What if we were not but if not who’s got the answer? Maybe we are not planetary, we could be an eyeball in the face of a giant, Monday and the questions begin Cheshire the cat gives a wink and I have to grin…

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Coffee time grumble

Well that went quickly wasn’t it? didn’t it? couldn’t fit the weekend in an egg tray? I wanted it got it used it up forget it. And now it’s now and not then until the weekend comes again…

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Spectator

Monday sleepy someone keep me safe. If we rely upon no one we have only one  person to blame and that would deny us a place in the team as we sit watching the game from the side line…

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What’s not to like about Monday?

Can’t find matching socks the clock’s ticking too slow the weekend’s upped and left where did it go? I’d like to know. Let’s give a round of applause for the chore that’s to come quite your bellyaching and put a stop to the whining the Sun’s out and shining what’s not to like about Monday?…

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