Patches over the patches

What happens when ‘the lights go out and the clocks don’t chime’ Any other time we’d bury our heads in the sand and close our eyes, but surprise surprise this isn’t any other time it’s five minutes to midnight and if we don’t get it right now, how are we going to survive?…

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Open 9-5 except for weekends

    There’s the thrift shop and that’s the pop the weasel shop,   this is the high street a bit down on its luck and these are the councilors who don’t give a fuck.   (Grammarly suggests I put a question mark after fuck, so I did, fuck, off Grammarly)   I am wondering…

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Monday

      The way that the day cuts the night from the sky making it into one huge apple pie, summer mornings are the why of it,   City noise, where Jackhammers sound like woodpeckers and sirens like.. well sirens like the cops are coming,   someone let the sun out and it come…

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Filling in the blanks

  Snow and Jalapeno hit them hard but take it slow, them things kills you don’t you know? and Grammarly puts up a flag makes it kill instead of kills but if I’ve been killed a thousand times that’s a lot of kills, init Grammarly?…

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Nothingness tastes like strawberries

  If I am carried off in a golden chariot to those Elysian fields, it will only be because they’ll have mixed me up with some saintly soul. They all lie, they’ll tell you sixty is the new thirty but you’ll still die and shortly they’ll tell you what you want to hear and you…

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Ponytails

  I shall untwist this week until Friday, the spider says, not if I get my way. Looks like we’re all caught up trying to play catch up, I’m trying to patch up the holes in my schemes…

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Subtitled

You do not abandon the house you once lived in, this mansion that is us lasts forever.   so whatever whenever the reaper gets nearer you will always be home wherever you are…

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It has to be asked

    Does it do what it says on the label? and if it does do you think you’ll be able?   because we all want to be what we want you to see but sometimes we need some assistance.   And do we dollop it on? that wouldn’t make it last long or do…

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Pinch me

  Watching the hands of time move on tiptoes around the face of the clock, this old crock is still in bed counting the hairs left on his head or maybe this is one of those dreams where I’ll wake up in a sweat, the hands turn into lollypop sticks, time ticks on. It’s real…

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Done

    All we can do is what all of us do and that is to try, try to build bridges and tear down walls, remove glass ceilings to disprove limitations,   set the scene for what you mean to do and try to do it. and try to do it and try to do…

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The great bear

We only start to live when we start to die and I guess this means from the day we’re born, there is no settling in period unless you count childhood and when you’re very young you can’t count anyway. I count the minutes because I’m old and they’re familiar, like the many stars which I…

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Engaging in a weird kind of way

Getting old, an acid tongue I write for money not for fun, the joy has gone along with youth, I have wrinkles growing wrinkles on my wrinkles and that is the sad truth. A bit of license used because I get confused, and now as I recall this isn’t me at all…

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Trailers

  The tunnel caved in and the sky began to spin as it spat me out somewhere in East Berlin. Watching as the wall became a second curtain call and the cast became the prisoners of war. Everything in time is time, which is the reason and perhaps the rhythm in the rhyme. all I…

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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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