Just scribbling

The trinket gurgled heading to the stream that babbled I dabbled a toe or two in as young boys do summer flew, outspread wings and the north brings winter I always knew it would end this way with ice on the window panes indoor parlour games and Gran on the accordion. (Trinket may be an…

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It must be Tuesday

You might find me on a ‘Yellow Page’ underneath the midnight stage, the band it seems live out their dreams living in their dreams or so it seems to me, I look at Q-tips think they’re tulips smell the flowers live out my hours just like this and almost sluggishly time moves in and out…

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Franchised

Skin and bone man lone man into and out of the zone man ‘should have been made from stone man’, said, the man who was smoking some weed. She’d throw a blue fit if I even suggested doing it so I don’t and I don’t. Anyway I’m a stay at home man a seen it…

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Alterations to the infinite

The more I know tte less it is so and so it becomes. the singularity, a sub atomic hypothesised electronic peculiarity. in theory anyway and theories are what kill us, ask Pythagoras. They talk in millions but ride with the minions trying to make more of who they’ve become. I’m running interference for a cross…

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The clog dancer

Saturday seeps slowly through these Venetian blinds which are made by an Italian family resident in Birmingham. I think Saturday creeps in silently anyway, earlier in the garden that’s actually a balcony with potted plants I watched the Sun such as it was go down. Time loses something in the telling of its tale where…

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