A little bit of Sunday

Time goes and we know it’s just the alibi it needs as it slowly feeds upon the passing years which allays our fears because we know that eating is quite natural. As my spirits rise when hearing this the spirits in the bottle disappear and yes I’m on the ‘piss’ keeling over going under but…

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Group hugs

One gets fixated on until the next thing comes along and then one gets fixated on something again. I suppose some sort of balance comes when one can balance up the sums of one’s existence. The existential being is one that I’m not seeing although there’s something of the spiritual residual. If in the letting…

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Isosceles on guitar

It’s that day again punch in the data to pray again and hope for a better result. To consult with the mystics or to read hieroglyphics? Making turmeric tea, is there something of India in me? or do I just like making turmeric tea? Seven in the forenoon and it’s soon going to be eight,…

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Here’s a quickie

Blundering into Sunday and wondering why so early? And yet life is ablaze with the light of these days so I rise. There’s sleep in my eyes I should have left that in bed but I never, washing my face instead does the trick. Picking out socks thinking how my life rocks, if Mother could…

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Going somewhere

A spotlight on this night and not because it’s a Sunday, it could be a Tuesday but then I’d have to say, a spotlight on that night and not this night which would bugger the poem up and then where would I be? You see? good. but by now I’ve forgotten where this should be…

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Altered ego

You stand there like Voltaire with a pen in your hand but that’s not your name and we know it. Nothing’s changed in the diocese the order remains. You are right it is Sunday, a bible or a gun day for some and is the chalice half empty or is it half full? questions that…

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Pekingese twins

Some days are Sundays play days pray days, I stay away from the latter days the saints do not approve. Anyway I’m trying to move my right arm the one with a touch of cramp, I had a touch of that in my right foot and an itch behind my ear which might be the age…

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Nails it

Then we executed a three point turn wanted to go back and to learn but yearning for don’t get things done, ask the son of man he can explain better than I…

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Salt and onion crisps

It was suddenly Sunday when the no end to the fun day was in sight of the finishing line, I want extra time but cannot afford the wait. some of the things that ‘it’s all good’ brings are pretty much useless and we discard the fact that it’s that which attracts us that turn us…

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The soundtrack is playing

Alarm clocks to remind me that Monday will always find me wanting I want a double. ‘er indoors is keeping scores I think she’s winning. Anyway why doesn’t ACME take Monday and make it a Friday the misleading acronym is a sin especially on a Sunday,…

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Something in the water

The bells ring boldly they’ve sold me on Sunday what japes men in capes giving sermons to the sinners pot luck, pot roast I’m as warm as toast heading off to hell with a handcart for that old fart old Nick. Did you pick your nose? could have picked a better one ( another joke…

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Keystone

Sirens vie with the church bells criminals and Cistercians locked in their cells. it’s not for me I like being free or the illusion of being which they allow. taking a bow or a vow or a trip ‘up the river’ sends a shiver down my spine but we all do time and time does…

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Just a thought

What do I need the church bells for? Monday tomorrow reminds me it’s Sunday today. The faithful pray the innocent play the guilty pay it’s Sunday today and I’m staying in bed. well that was the plan but sadly I woke as a man and put this great notion behind me, you’ll find me in…

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Empty vessels

There’s always one more bell one more clang one more just rang why does Sunday feel like hell? there’s always one more bell. ‘seconds out’, round two, what to do? go to church take a pew listen to the Christian point of view what to do? If he bled for me which led to me…

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…and now we’re firing on all cylinders

Into Stratford careering through the static lines of Christians paying church some time and tithe, but tide and tithe waits not for me sailing through the shopping sea stopping only at the checkout to check out and get in the swing of it…

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Now we’re getting somewhere

Aha, the lighter it gets the brighter it becomes, not so dull now so I pull off the face mask and ask for some coffee. It is not the best of days but it is the best in other ways she says, ‘you know where the coffee is’ Later, when later arrives and the sleep’s…

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The puzzle book

If this is Sunday and I’m awake is a tree dying in the Amazon? or was she a woman I used to know a long time ago. It’s getting harder to differentiate between this and my waking state, they both collide in the kaleidoscope leaving me little hope to get out unscathed. But I shaved…

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New found land

Music by the ocean sun tanned aided by the suntan lotion factor fifty five.   The sand crab grabs me in a most peculiar place mostly forgotten, but just in case it’s not it reminds me of how lucky I got and I got lucky by the score.   Sea shells yell at me as…

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Afterwards

  You try to match your brain up with the things your eyes are seeing, give a little scratch or two because being men we all do that. then there’s the coffee to negotiate the bedroom’s in an awful state you can’t remember why     and an eye pokes out from underneath the crumpled…

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