Europa

We become the lemming thinking there’s a safety net I bet there won’t be. but I’ll jump if you do and we’ll hit rock bottom together Others will follow our lead and think it salvation, anything that changes a desperate situation…

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As it’s Sunday

hedging bets. I wonder if empathy is the sole preserve of the visionary. Life only begins when you learn how to live it so I’ll give it a go. I don’t know if I am ever going to get there wherever there might be, but the journey so far has been interesting. Whatever. if I…

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Spiro Agnew lived here

She fills me up then cuts me down makes of me a ghost in loveless town, (south of Andover) Sunday and a change in me piety rules is that ok? she said, with reprobates as mates who needs to look for trouble? The rest is ancient history or alchemy and when they find my bones…

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Saturday sinking

I usually save the best until last, but now I can’t remember if the last has passed and if I cast my mind back to find that it did what do I do then? anyway or whichever way is the way to go I’ll head that way and tomorrow which will be yesterday the day…

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Idling thought

It would have to be Monday tomorrow, it could have been another Sunday or Friday. but no, it has to be Monday. I’m not ready never was for when the weekend ends, is it because I am Ethelred?…

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Tea time in Tooting

Cheeses and quince, but sadly no mince, the owl and the pussycat saw to that. Lear, the poet, not the jet was as good as they get…

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The corrugated roof

What if the Moon was just a giant torch using Duracell, well, who can tell me that it ain’t? and we are painted figurines stood still while someone changed the scenery? What if what we see is the memory of life the way it used to be? Reality is overrated we eat too much get…

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Caught unawares

It becomes interesting only when you are interested or have a vested interest in whatever thing becomes interesting. are you a disinterested party goer? I know a few of them. Start Sunday and why not? Sunday, a day to take a pop at religion or if you like a day to make friends with a…

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Five lines

I was thinking of you the way that men do not blue though just you though in my thoughts…

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That feeling

subliminal messages that come through the radiators, radio signals from space, and yet I can’t place that feeling I’m feeling and it feels like it’s all slipping away. old at twenty four and every door shut in your face. Too many beggars and not enough time too many bodies stretched out on the line and…

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Admit one

To give the Devil his due, that old demon lets everyone through. God’s got the ticket or rather he has a ticket machine, you pull out a number and wait in the dream for your turn, ‘have you been saintly? if not you’ll burn’ and you can’t tell a lie because your life’s been recorded…

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It was never ready anyway

Waiting for the sun to start its dance across the Northern sky and wondering the way I do what is it makes me think of you? and all you really have to do is be there for me every day with light to guide me on my way. I dream and nothing’s real, but all…

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something and nothing

and then all of a sudden it was Sunday as if hidden away behind Saturday night. I’ll sleep until the church bells ring and wake and wonder should I or not put on my Sunday best, a two piece pinstripe, three if you count the vest ( it’s waistcoat you waster, someone says ) Sundays…

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The agony aunt

…and when we’re broken, down and out, what then? ah, and they’ll tell you, build your walls back up again but citadels are made to fall so building walls is just a self fulfilling prophecy. Matching back the pieces patching up the cracks life is one big jigsaw but what helped me to see was…

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Church talk on the crystal set

they are passionate about what they believe in and sing hymns to the one up above all filled with that bushel of kindness and a nice healthy dollop of love. they talk of a life everlasting but like the toffee bar it’s just a swiz Fair play to religion for trying to make dying a…

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My very own Vietnam

‘hell no, we won’t go’ that was part of a protest song and stealing the words of it seems so wrong, but fuk it, it reads well…

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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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Sunday night somewhere

We’re going to reach that point where all things odd become my equal when the powers that watch over us will demand of us a sequel and the roller blinds will come down as sure as the sun sets a mill town where education comes a poor second and the water’s still brown because the…

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Summer fetes

Sunlight only shows up the streaks in the dust and she throws that up in my face, ‘why don’t you clean up?, ‘clean up or clear out’ I really hate the Sun. But I must learn to shut up and shut out the chatter and plan where I’ll scatter the ashes. Love’s quite peculiar more than…

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Rag and bone man

There is an ocean in this scrapyard that is laughingly called me and I’m wading through this fractured hulk somewhere all at sea, but even junkyards have their uses though they’re difficult to find, I have lots of time to waste and really, no really I don’t mind. A souvenir shop by a cafe who would place…

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