Out of the sun

When I want to get away from it all I just fade into my shadow on the garden wall and hang there, breathing deep as if I belong there. The ivy creeps up and grows on me. the breeze blows on me cooling me fooling me into thinking I can stay like this forever…

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The second coming

Aha the weather has changed we can all go back to misery long faces on a longer journey you can find misery under M in the dictionary (thanks to Bernardo Soares) for that idea. The sun’ll return to burn some and some’ll buy cooling lotions, the parasol sellers who sell sun umbrellas should really promote their…

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Floats on Friday

It’s no good being squeamish about squelching as your eyes open on sweat filled sockets, drying myself I am crying, the heat at this time of the day is awfully trying, did you notice how I didn’t fukin swear about the heat? and so good for the diet I lost four pints of water you…

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Cooking oil

On the road the tarmac bubbles just like a load of baking soda, a little observation made while I sit here and drink a glass of sparkling water, it should be lemonade but I forgot to buy some…

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The summer song

We’ll turn into parchment or vellum this heat is hell on your skin. Garters to keep up my socks pectoral muscles hard as rocks a stiff upper lip and an active mind i think you’ll find that I’m in working order. Not ready yet for the knackers yard or for the great referee to give…

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Turning to liquid

It’s getting hotter think I’ve got a temperature, but I thought wrong it’s an ice lolly. I wanted a cornet but I can’t play one so I got a lolly and the day goes along still getting hotter but I’ve not got a complaint about that…

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Urban scrawl

We use concentrate, become an inebriate can you relate to this. I made a wish it cost me sixpence the wish never came true who can I sue? if it’s as I suspected that everything’s connected then somewhere out there is a vagrant dream with my name on it. The heat is affecting me but I…

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Hawks

I hear thunder somewhere in the distance where sound waves bounce off the sky, an echo? a cry from the heavens? a sign that this fine day is coming to its end? It was good while it lasted drenched in the sunshine but the time has now come to run, to get out from the…

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Monday

The bait bag or snap tin was what dad put his sandwiches in and off to work he went, not a city gent, but skilled in his own way and worked a day for a day’s pay, We used to watch for him coming home and when we saw the works van we ran down…

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Back on the bay

I’d like a glass of lemonade clear and cool like Mother made so many years ago. a Summer filled with fun sand castles under the seaside sun a bun for tea with lots of jam and off we go again…

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One Summer day in 1967

It was mid morning before it dawned on us that we were late and what a fuss we made, Slices of bread and marmalade half brewed tea put the pot in the shade. We got there at the last knockings when the tide was about to turn, down went the fishing lines up went the…

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Archways in the sand

Thundering and you’re still wondering if it’s going to rain? what’s wrong with you? this is Summer British style. So we paint that smile on umbrella up and it’s back to the beach. teach an old dog new tricks but he’ll still die and you. might as well enjoy the view of the wind farm…

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That Punch and Judy thing

Does the writing do the thing for you? is it good for you? what would you like to do? is the writing alright with you? I task myself with the quill will myself to write and in the shortness of a Summer night when the girls are pretty and their clothes are light it’s not…

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The butterfly house

it was easy to turn our dreams into reality and then our wishes all came true, except for you (because you were as thick as pigshit) we could say that to a friend, (friends to the end) that’s a bit of a childhood haunt come back to haunt me and we went up t’park larked about clambered…

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Turnstiles

Laughing? it’s flamin’ hysterical Summer and June soon be July wonder why It’s raining. Craning my eyes just to see if time flies in a straight line, and it’s true what they say that every man has a way of dealing with feelings. The overview. Do it now and do it how you want it…

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British Summer time

Rain, like beads of sweat rolling down the window, same as it’s always been, dripping almost silently to flow eventually into the greater sea from whence it came…

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Connections

I watch myself in retro going through the motions growing up.   It’s kind of strange like all the furniture’s been rearranged and someone’s cut my hair   it never was that long except the Summer so it seems it was and I was wrong and short pants.   sandals? jeezus we kids were vandals…

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Holidays

  It was the seaside and raining, Noddy was not at the fair.     I stayed in the guest house read books took long walks around the breakfast room,   Summer, I listened to Donna she was on one of the radio stations.   The sand looked the same yellowish and grainy through the…

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