Runway number four

I wake to wingtips spreading out from fingers wrapped around a gun, the Sun decides to rise and risk my wrath, Monday blasts away and I’m shot down here to London, not like my home town but close enough with traffic comes and sleeping dogs that try to wake the sleeping policemen, Kentucky, pizza, ham…

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Them blues

It’s only Monday? then yesterday must have been Sunday and the day before that Saturday? The weekend went in less time than it takes to shake a stick at a cat and that’s that my nose to the grindstone to work and then back home I wish it was Friday again…

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WTF part two

A chip off the block? a rip off? or are fakes the new real? Reveal an idea and someone will steal an idea. We can be unique today or next week we can but some would sooner take to make it their own they’ll never own it though. Listen, you can’t buy a rain forest…

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Shower time

I am wide awake for goodness sake and it’s only a quarter to four what do I bother sleeping for? just wind me up and watch me run alternatively flatter the modern me with a Duracell battery, and where would you shove it? Fluck and Law must have an image for Monday spitting feathers? I…

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The P45 is not a gun

Here is a state which is known as divinity somewhere half ways between here and eternity look closely and touch on infinity and that’s where you’ll find me waiting. Bells ring in the chapel of all-saints where Michelangelo sings psalms as he paints practising for the Sistine since he was sixteen turning deaf to the wisdom within…

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Incantations

It could be Sunday, the banks are shut but it’s Monday can you spot the difference? it may be diffidence on their part though I doubt it. And as it could be Sunday although it’s not I’ll take pot luck and go out sightseeing to somewhere worth seeing, but she’s cast her spell which makes…

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‘It’s love actually’

Monday I can do it ‘Standing on my head’ but I’d rather have hot milk and cornflakes smuggled into.. …red I feel the colour coming creeping waking up my life from sleeping dreams.. ..the wind can’t whistle properly it’s driving me insane and that constant spittle soaked Godiva always heralds rain. And now it’s half…

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Friar Tuck’s Balsam

Monday! I wouldn’t have it any other way, well perhaps or maybe Friday. I’m calling in a favour from a friend who voted Labour and I’m asking for a small piece of the pie. They can slice it any way carve it up into today all I want is one small portion of the pie…

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Wrestling

Of course it’s raining, it’s Monday. Someday it will be fine but not today, and it’s a long way to the top of the clock when time puts a headlock on you…

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Character assassination

Fiddlesticks it’s Monday, but why cry over spilt weekends? what goes around tends to be circular I don’t find that peculiar at all. It’s always the beginnings that bother me always the worry that I will not be good enough. and the gaps are only there as traps for the unwary they still scare me…

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The great depression

What is it with Monday? You tell me it’s a great way to start the week, I have to ask why? and why start it today? why not Wednesday? or better still, start it on Friday, that’d be the best way to start as you mean to go on. I go on wondering is this…

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Slap me I’m screaming

    When you wake and think it’s Monday night, then you look again, it’s getting lighter, it seems that dream was just a noose that’s twisting tighter around your neck.   She gives me a peck, is this what I have become? a crumb for her to nibble on.   I persevere shower and…

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