The clog dancer

Saturday seeps slowly through these Venetian blinds which are made by an Italian family resident in Birmingham. I think Saturday creeps in silently anyway, earlier in the garden that’s actually a balcony with potted plants I watched the Sun such as it was go down. Time loses something in the telling of its tale where…

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Postcards from Ecuador

The end dear friend is just the entry and he pointed, but he never meant me, it was the old man sat inside me that the message was intended for. I sat and wondered about the door and what was it the entry for and could it be he meant me after all? Then the…

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Travels in the system

Under what wood? what’s good? it’s Wednesday and not the sort of day to make sport of. I’m on my way and there’s nothing new in that. Perhaps this collapse will find a new galaxy or just more burnt out stars Structures are the restraints that hold me down London Town being one of them,…

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Green tea

…and who will cry then for the fallen? the men who gave all in the service for man. I am undecided. I can live and will die in the blink of your eye, in the way that your lips curl about mine and time has no meaning no sense am I dreaming? and who will cry then…

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In the blue corner

I’m not sure if the ten spot marks the ‘one drop’ but I arrived at five for the five fifteen been here since then and it’s now six ten if you thought things were slow you now know that they are wish I had a car…

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I have a plan said sometime never

We’re both in time and out of luck but as luck would have it I have a lucky rabbit’s foot, not lucky for the rabbit though. Time’s a factor or a malefactor, a crime to rhyme it but I’m the criminal and it’s fine by me. The weekend calls me I cock a deaf ‘un…

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Thirty minutes

An appointment for three and it used to be they’d see you at three alas no longer so you go you wait and wait for a health check and what a flamin’ state I’m in, blood pressure pressures me to take thing easily and I would do if only they’d see me at three…

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Sober

  They’re machining time from the time mine, digging our graves…

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Springs and things

It is I that is wound up tightly, so the clock strikes me as being somewhat superfluous the chimes unmelodious and the case just an atlas in which to hide the map of my days. In the hourglass two ships both of them sinking while I sit here thinking what a waste. yet we cheer…

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Coiling springs

If you could look forward and see yourself looking back, wouldn’t that be a neat trick? Time dilation aside would you like to ride on that exploding mass? Or to pole dance on the edge of a black hole where no light escapes and be as blind as a mole. Peaks and troughs as the…

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Cucumber sandwiches

There’s a lot to be said for pleasantries, the thanking you and the saying please, the how do you do and the fine how are you, the passing of time passing time drinking teas, there’s a lot to be said for the niceties of pleasantries…

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Directing traffic

Sometimes when I’m not sure I either go with the toss of a coin or take another detour, detours are the things the things in which to find the things you seldom see, but never mind. I watch clocks it’s a hobby of mine hands turning slowly across the long face of time. and coins,…

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Time is fixed to a floating point

Movable most assuredly, but in a framework made by the ironworks for the works committee of the cooperative, a society of friends. we concoct a strategy carry out a plan but man will meet the end unprepared. Why should I care when I’m gone someone will be there to carry on. and if it’s good…

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The well

Is it time that bothers you those minutes picking at you the hours laughing at you the years passing by you is it time that bothers you?…

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The dream rooms

it could have been so different if you hadn’t turned the screw but I’m sat here in some ante room thinking would I have done it too? No longer crying ’cause I’m dry but I’m swimming in those sunken tears and I know the reason why. I can’t get used to being used I can’t…

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The punch bowl

Do you ever dream that you’re flying? or wading in water that keeps getting deeper? I do, and I dream of floating in space holding the hands of the clock that turn on its face and I race, hard through the timber yard and out to the wood. You hear the beanstalk I say the…

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More secretz?

What’s eating at your conscience? or more to the point what’s eating at mine? All the time and that’s a lot of time something awkward decides to dine on me and my conscience. It’s impertinent not to firstly ask permission. Anyway, whatever, something chews on yours the same as it chews on mine, I suppose…

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Apprenticed

To develop from the negative into the positive definitive, ah the infinite divine here’s to me and mine you and yours who open doors and make the time for time to take the time to develop…

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Tension bars

Not trying to get out just trying to blot out but I can’t, singing Hare Krishna, I may as well just wish you a good night Hidden in the folds of time are seams of dreams and some are mine so I’m not trying to get out only trying to blot out to get in…

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Reminders

Only when it is time and when the time comes, oh but look at how time runs off the face of the clock. Lock up your daughters remember still waters still run deep keep an eye on the time though watch the time go slow or so you think, I drink time as if it’s…

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