Old man on a chair, watercolour 1956

We used to be didn’t we? then we went our separate ways you into the night and I into the distance of those lonely days watching interminable television plays based on love and romance let loose and yet instead of playing the field I became a recluse preferring to be alone seeking no company needing…

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Granny’s place

She lived by the mountain on the far edge of the world which was where all the old people were sent and spent here her days doing things in those old lady ways, you know, primly and properly and she made me lilac tea on the days that I visited…

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Seven years luck

Instinct distinct from indistinct he thinks. methinks he thinks too much. I am being bullied by the voices in my head chattering indistinctly or is that distinctively instinctive? ‘give me a break’ I said, my arm’s now in plaster a distinct disaster. The world is spinning faster perversely I’m slowing down. Old is the new…

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Spares

   It is complicated when your superstructure is outdated but you wear the latest clothes.   The electro magnets of a pulse that drags, lets me go and I know them the watch men, asset strippers lots of them and we’re being fortune hunted   but if non-conformity is the new territory I’m off to…

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