The progress prize

Vibration moving along the outskirts, sensation, something hurts and you don’t know why keep one eye on the ball the other will be blind to the writing on the wall and the prophet tells me that in all probability things will look up. me, an addictive personality will get hooked on it a fait accompli…

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Around the edges

When I am back on the brink again thinking this time I’ll sink again and someone sends me the link again to find my way back to the brink again it’s time to take stock, time to use the unlock code hit the road seeya later…

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About the things he does

No one in particular is not very particular about the things he does I adhere to the principle that  to be a prince and not a pimple one must have a purpose. If I need fine tuning they’d soon put me in or put the boot in and that wouldn’t suit me in the slightest…

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Asparagus soup

When it’s three fifty one and the coffee pot’s on with the hot buttered toast on my plate I wait until three fifty three and then decide I want tea like the weather I am changeable. but enough about me, really? no only joking. Out to the balcony smoking a mackerel it used to be…

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This train is departing

Eyes down for a full house on the underground London Town where care is a carefully used commodity It’s all about the numbers cram them in rinse and repeat then get them out. 91159 they’re sitting fine and dandy in this carriage which is not so handy if you’re me and you’re stood not good…

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Are we there yet again

Cast off stop knitting start swimming we’re all drowning. it’s not quite time but it’s a quiet time and that’s good enough. Someone takes pity in New York city and drops me a dime but the city is played out like an overworked mine and a dime is all I expect. Dreams. On the streets…

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Cherry bombs

Lean over too far and you’ll fall and when you fall you’ll learn not to lean over too far. I like to lean just to tempt fate (fate bait) I rise up to meet on my own two feet the breaking of every day, long may it remain that way. On Friday which is a…

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Catch this

4:04 and that’s not an error it is the time or maybe it is an error and not the time and of course now it is not the time as time has moved on, something I should do but the coffee tastes so good and the music on the phonograph is soft and warm like…

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The interrupt

Programmed to fail but the rogue programme sails on into decimal places where few people have gone. Is it that time already?, said Teddy, who was going to a picnic with Yogi. The answer on the street, it’s time for us to meet But it’s Thursday, exclaimed Friday who was sat under a palm tree…

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Toggles

Happily ever after Wednesday are the Thursday things I like to do such as waking up and taking up from where I left off as sleep chanced upon me. It’s good here and I can see a chink of light where the day and night fight for control. And when it’s that time which it…

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Fiesta position

Few would argue that what we go through on a day to day basis to earn a crust is just short of scandalous and as near to ridiculous as makes no difference. I’m one if the few are few who’d say to you, ‘stop whining and start grinning’ It’s Thursday and no one can take…

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