Round four

For what little good life does for me I may as well be plugged into the electricity switching the wires and getting it free, don’t tell the L.E.B. Feels like I’m boxing with shadows with rocks in my head, feet formed from clay and somewhere it’s Saturday the knock out drop. it will stop it…

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When you’re trying to write

light distracts me the switch that the night brings cajoles and attracts me, she knows me too well. My cell in hell will have pictures of Bananarama on the walls and I’ll be climbing them, (the walls, not Bananarama) Ideas are like buses in that you wait for one and ten come along at once,…

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Timetable Tommy

It’s just a short hop to the bus stop and so I’m taking my time to make up a rhyme, mine is the long drop which is fine if you have a head for heights, watching lights flash before my eyes, I must cash in on the sunrise catch a few rays make the most…

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The second chance syndrome

Dragging my feet thinking if you can’t beat them join them. some men are lazy, bone idle, some crazy, not sure if I fit into any category. I’m now on my second coffee, (not childhood) A site of scientific interest? that may be so, a person who’ll either grow wild or go with the flow…

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Fifteen cents on the dollar

The diamonds come free when the Sun shines on the…see what I did there? Just messing about, but not on the river, the boat’s in the shipyard, they have to refit  her. It’s not going anywhere and neither am I. Now where was I? oh yes, not going anywhere staying indoors beside her. A chess set,…

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Tension

I remember the time when you said it was time but I wasted the time and it went, and I remember like the last dying ember remembers the heat of its journey. Where do chance opportunities go when you’re to slow to grab them, shadows of men who have fought, maybe won, maybe lost counting…

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Blueprint

It looks like it could be, but I’m not sure what and if it is and I’ve got it I hope that it’s not what it could be. Check myself in the mirror nothing seems out of place well maybe my face but that never fit anyway. I must be good to go, yeah got…

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Turn the page

I don’t mind waking up to the promise of what might come along, night though is the ocean across which I row and sometimes I sink the reaper sleeps while the leper keeps watch and the second hand turns into the hour glass which shows no reflection. sucked into the bubble I am collapsible, avoid…

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That man again

Autonomy! and what would we do with it? The yoke, no joke if you’re under it and who do we blame for it who would we name and then shame for it for making a game of it? Run with self determination positively political and note the self in it, selfish init? what am I…

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Anatomy

Dreams that dance like marionettes, who forgets dreams like those? the iris of my eyes wonders why this is but accepts the inner truth. I satisfy the third eye by training the other two to search each dream I have in the hope of finding you…

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The Lazarus account

If it is true that you can only truly taste life when you’re on the way to the after part of it what is the point of having starters?…

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The importance of being

I can’t believe it’s not…’ but a little voice tells me it’s true, today is like a stick of rock with Saturday written right through. I got up with the lark fed the ducks in the park took the dog for a walk and then I woke up dreaming being my regimen to each as…

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Unlikely to be an anagram

Change the name you end up mean, I don’t or never did do as I was bid until the time changed a mite and she was there in the night asking me to be me but differently. If there’s a million reasons to wonder why, I wonder why adds to the sum which is equal…

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Those days

Saturday, lights out a night out and nothing on my mind. The music will blind me to reality and all I will see is the evening stretching for ever but never in my wildest dream can anything compare to the sights I’ve seen on a night out light out Saturday…

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Cat

Compared to me ‘Mathew and Son’ had it easy, ‘up at eight’ I wish, ‘..cold coffee and a piece of cake’ I wish, but I must have used all my wishes up wishing for a hot cup. ah ‘that’s life’ as Frankie said and now i shall pick up my bed and walk, compared to…

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Filling up with beans

Sunken submerged in the bed and then I woke scraped my eyes from the back of my head and thought, no! thought isn’t the right word because before coffee there is no thought there is just an automatic response it’s the system in play and even though Saturday looks fresh and fun and full of a…

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Borders

Wasting time to think of the sorrow when yesterday only gives us tomorrow, there’s time enough to put by to sit there and cry and time to reflect. The clock’s just a windmill uphill mostly, but at the top when we stop before the mad rush downhill time’s still the windmill we struggled so hard…

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Pulling into paradise

light me up a Marlboro’ or better still a Lucky Strike and I’ll match you with a partner for tonight’s an open mic’ husky voiced and cellulose she talks through her nose because her tongue’s worn out (old joke, whatya expect? an Exocet?) Anyway and it’s anyhow that gets us through the day and what…

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Warming up

  Doo be or doo be doo “that’s not a question” she said, from the kitchen I was in bed listening to music waiting for breakfast   it was Saturday somewhere but my hair needed brushing then the blood starts its rushing and I’m back   she brings in the cornflakes the bed creaks.  …

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