A very British death

. It’ll be time to go before then whenever then happens to be, but before it’s time to go I’ll make a cup of tea…

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Croquet players

We’ll string it out until they string us up. Brexit is old hat, but never mind that what about Notre Dame? What about the Christians? what about the Jews? what about the ones who pray to whatever god they choose? How did Darwin figure it out and what does it mean to me? if a…

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Easter Monday

Does it do it for you when you read in the varsity rag just who’s doing who? or should that be whom? there’s no room for error in the people that mirror your life. Jesus is safe now we can call off the search, he’s appearing each Sunday down at your local church, (because you…

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‘Back to black’

It mutters morning mourning all the mornings that have been. What should not have been became and not because it was although it was. A smell of woodsmoke stokes an ancient memory. But lost now in the statuesque hidden amongst the grotesque. Esmerelda . Who dared paint this picture of the ruins in Cathedral square?…

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Pixels

..and the spin begins each orbit, eyes. and time lays soft along the parallels. There are constant murmurs in the foreground which are whispers to ignore. And more to see universally speaking, but like an unwound clock my minutes are leaking away. At the beginning when time was a drawing on the celestial chalkboard, I…

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Reset

Can someone please switch Monday off, it hurts my eyes…

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Sadness

You are sat watching the Sun set and you start to feel weepy wishing he’d sweep you off your feet like before, Alas the door has been closed no more episodes to come so you sit watching the Sun set…

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Loving it

It’s non stop, work Monday to Friday, Saturday the weekly shop, Sunday pitch up on the pews to listen to the vicar and agree or disagree with his views, then after a pint at the local dinner with the family, half an hours sleep in front of the telly bathe the kids read them a…

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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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