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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Scheme D

Taking a stab at it but breaking a bad habit isn’t so easy. If I carry on it’s ten to one it’ll finish me and if I cease? will that give me peace of mind? I talked about the rock and roll of the tortured soul to myself in the mirror last night, I tried…

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Recesses

What we think it should be or what we think that we see is not necessarily the whole thing. I, who have conquered fears melt at the touch of an infants hand. There should be a steward’s inquiry as to why we see only a part of the picture, I put it down to a…

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Blanks

There are no reflections to be seen a long brooding look at a face I once mistook for a Gods and no channels into an afterlife as if life had no other purpose than to drain us no reflections here along the corridors of mirrors only the silence to remind me of the way to…

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Thoughts in a reflection

But it is where you find it and no one can doubt it, I found at some cost the life that I had when I thought it was lost, but nothing is ever really gone it just goes on in a different place where you come face to face with what you find. A reaction…

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Bathroom scales

The mirror’s broken then? it shows me an image of an old man when that is clearly wrong, perhaps it holds in its glassy memory pictures of everyone except one of me. Alice is never around when you need her. So I’m looking at my reflection in some cooked up contraption it’s not perfect but…

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Stocking filler

Mirror mirror show it all show that you are on the ball and not some ‘fly by night’ fly by night is what I am and not the mirror mirror man show me exactly how I can get over this psychosis…

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What you looking at?

I am looking at me in the mirror about forty years ago I know it can’t be, but it is so and you think that it’s you? My sight is beyond and went through you and tomorrow the mirror that knew you will eschew you, do you see me as it was when I was…

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Off the wall

It’s insane to look in the mirror again, seeing is believing and I believe I see me looking at me ad infinitum and it’s insane, but I was right on the button…

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Spout

Gargoyles in the tapestry, outcasts that would mimic me and me in looking into me look on this scene quite quizzically and look back to that which follows me, that ministry that ministers to misers and their hoards of misery. There’s no harmony, Jerusalem’s deserted me, I am the gargoyle in the tapestry drenched in…

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