Strata

Always been trapped and there was no escape and the warder said stay because this is your fate and the clock laughed out minutes that turned into more and the only idea was to think up a door, so I did and the door opened inwards to go deeper inside where the more that I…

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Meeting up with misery

Because it’s a Sunday you open your eyes carefully waiting for the Panadol to kick in, but your head’s in a saucepan and you’re not the man you once were. Swear? I could do and where would that take me? Anyway I won’t drink today or maybe because it’s a Sunday a small glass of…

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My day so far which is far enough

We all know that as Sunday’s go this one is no different and will go the way of the rest, the congregation who wait for their salvation have done so for years, but that’s a faith thing. I believe in coffee beans as a means to my recovery and in case you’re interested have never…

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Unblocking arteries

‘brickin it’ but still in the thick of it getting sick of it time to go fishin’. Mississippi. it’s Tom and I because Tom always gets top billing but I’m willing to bet he’d swop. Sunday rode in on a white horse pale and drawn before dawn, dismounted counted the hours until dusk…

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Deploying decoys

How many stretches of imagination does it take to reach the Moon? daily exercise? I fraternise with this enemy, within me there is untapped energy come ‘frack me’ ha I crack myself up at times…

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Resisting arrest

‘It’s slightly Sunday somewhere and rightly so’, she said I wasn’t really listening having just got into bed but she then went on to say, ‘dear John, the bathroom walls needs painting, the garden needs some weeding the cat needs feeding’, I almost peed in my pyjamas, but instead, wearily I got out of bed…

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When tomorrow comes

Oh no what happened? where did the weekend go Again? I’m ruminating on the fact that once more we are being attacked by the working week. the working class ( of sixty something) should be retired, not wired to the grid. I still have wine and what’s time got to do with what’s in my…

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Third exit

Not knowing where you’re going doesn’t matter if you’re not going anywhere in particular. I went somewhere else once it was similar to a place I’d seen twice before, which is not the same as being the same, just similar. If I had known what I never knew now that I know it would I…

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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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