Growing into drowning

Thoughts becoming actions turn into deeds, one reads of such things, the words that take wings to fly beyond the supposed boundary of the ‘who and what am I?’ and what if I am the distant descendant of some Neanderthal man? did he not love too? then who I am is where I am and and…

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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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The disappearing trick

Dinner’s on the table and we toy with it, instead the diet fills us full of joy so we go with it. if you didn’t have to would you. could you do without it and does it do you any favours if you can’t? If poetry eases the agony why am I still in pain?…

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Prep tool

What if we were not but if not who’s got the answer? Maybe we are not planetary, we could be an eyeball in the face of a giant, Monday and the questions begin Cheshire the cat gives a wink and I have to grin…

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What it could be when it’s Wednesday

Then I have drank gallons from the well where hope springs eternal, watched as walls crumbled, saw the old ideas sink as the new came in I have been and am what I have seen and then became more. what does the blender know of a chefs passion? it just does what it’s made for…

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Under a Spanish Sun #2

Don as in Quixote looked at me as if to say, ‘Wednesday, his look said nothing more and I began to wonder Nothing unusual in me wondering I’d been looking at the stars in the early morning sky and wondering why there seemed to be so few of them and about the stream that always…

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Postcards from Ecuador

The end dear friend is just the entry and he pointed, but he never meant me, it was the old man sat inside me that the message was intended for. I sat and wondered about the door and what was it the entry for and could it be he meant me after all? Then the…

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Fighting inertia

perhaps the universe turns and it’s we who expand. sand and crabs and slabs of Kendal Mint Cake I ache for simpler times but who can say their yesterday was better than tomorrow is? perhaps when time contracts to bring us back and take us further away from the onslaught of today we can relax…

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Unshaven in Spitzbergen

If suddenly it could have all happened differently would you still want things to change? Is it better the demons you know or the promises of terrors to come? Never satisfied and he died unsatisfied, ‘unsatisfactory’ was his valedictory. The telephone rang twice but it was a wrong number. if I had not answered it…

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Mumbles

What do you think? under the sink? there’s pipes leaking, speaking of drips how’s your husband? Quick on the draw slightly raw but never over the top. Where’s Jack Frost? who paid him off? what did it cost? no answers from there more questions from her, how’s it going? she’ll know in a while. so…

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Patchwork in progress

Colluding on this we join in a kiss. Following on because after all after the fall there has to be something. About the details, I never read the small print, anyway you’d have to squint and pull a face like a gurner to learn a thing from them. We continue in ignorance and in bliss…

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Double five

Domino fall and I recall that it happened before, the butterfly wrecked, cause? not effect nothing is perfect The rhetoric pick I’d talk to myself only that makes me sick, but the images come and god only knows why portraits in cages imprint on the eye. domino fall. If there is anyone there where flat…

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Fuel rod

Cold fusion fast breed reactor confusing why don’t I ask her? I am looking for more than the average. and this is true in what we do it’s what keeps the average low. the undertow’s a drag keep off the weed stay away from the skag, but good advice when there’s little to go by,…

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On days like this

I wanna sail to an uncharted island on a yacht not a lot to ask for, the sun the sand alone on the shore to lay undiscovered for a month maybe more. are you a Capricorn? do you slurp your tea? when were you born? with questions like this on a day like this I…

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Posers

I like it when things are as fast as the speed of light but how does light know how fast to go when things are slow?   things to think on when I’m drunk and feeling lightheaded…

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Pounds per square inch

  When does the fullness of time gather its wits and fill this glass of mine?   The uncertainty swallows me allows me to ponder on imponderables   The outcome of probabilities become possibilities to look into, and I’ll look into that…

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The trick cyclist

There is always the waiting you hit the panic button but should be used to it by now, biting your nails as if that makes anything quicker pacing the corridor wishing there was more than waiting. I waited a long time for longer and wrong of me I see that now, my bones setting as hard…

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