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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Things

Why are the corridors curved? is it something to do with the space? am I strung out being wrung out on theories I don’t understand? do these hands of mine clasp in them the secrets of time? is that why these corridors are curved? I’m disturbed and can’t sleep, somewhere deep in my psyche someone or…

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Character assassination

Fiddlesticks it’s Monday, but why cry over spilt weekends? what goes around tends to be circular I don’t find that peculiar at all. It’s always the beginnings that bother me always the worry that I will not be good enough. and the gaps are only there as traps for the unwary they still scare me…

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The consternation cube

One day and one day and one day at a time at a place I can’t place and a face that’s not mine and one day at a time in a face I can’t face to a place out of line on a line that I sign and the med’s are due to kick in…

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Option 24

To think I could have said so much to you and what did I do? kept my tongue tied to the roof of my mouth. Time takes a share pares me down thins me out about this I can do nothing but shout at the fates. Something waits in the shadows for me I’m not…

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Rock faces.

One of life’s mysteries why do dogs piss on trees? I fold become corrugated equally I am emancipated but still situated somewhere between. Is the Moon made of cheese? another of life’s mysteries. Ironing on a smile because we can all do that and going the extra mile because we can all do that and…

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Slow charge

It’s getting late but that’s already happened. So the lights blew the fuse we had to use candles flickering dancing and we got our chance in the night. If there’s a key or a lock we can see or an opening to crawl through wouldn’t we do it? crawl our lives through it? but it’s…

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