When I woke

One cannot play scrabble with the uneducated rabble said the boy from Eton who had his feet on the chair. Gimme the dream team or just give me the dream. What is there but the depth of dreams? sinking in seems so surreal. Going it solo I make my castle from Play Doh but I…

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When you’re on your ‘jack jones’

Lonely is a lonely place that suits a very lonely face where in a crowd there is a place to fit in with the human race, but what if lonely is the new bona fide? and this question arises when I look inside me. thinking off and blinkers on is the only way but it…

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Carol’s sister Brenda

There are no ghosts no Christmas past only flashes we can’t recognise because they go to fast. There is no present underneath the tree because we sold the future in order to be free. This conversation’s for one, a solo operation, an under occupied occupation it’s always a vacant situation when the empty cab’s for…

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