The sweep hand

Why is it taking so long what has time done and is anything wrong? Relative, they say and time stands still like when I look at you and your eyes, stunned, I am mesmerised. I think that’s the fixed point in space somewhere between now and your face. and no one needs to tell the…

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Going on

Sooner or later, why wait a moment longer? time is short, and yet we’re caught between the sleep and the dream. Tired of trying, but too much life to start dying and so sooner or later…

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January the sixty second

It’s a symphony, the pit a pat that’s raining in on me and the silence is an awful blow when I close the bedroom window. The Winter melody makes the melancholy tuneful and she said, ‘…just a spoonful..’ but the sugar never was as sweet as being out there on the street in the rain…

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Oyster Bay

disappear into her eyes and sink beneath the weight of waves. underneath her satin spells where ‘she sells sea shells’ an angel dwells. Along with this shoreline I am waiting for the tide and time to be in sync, before I take the leap and make the link complete…

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The patch

It’s nonsense to rely upon the time when time has almost gone, but we hunger for one moment more that’s just the way it is. the young man at the coalface with a face just like an angel sees it from a different angle as he climbs up worn down cobblestones on the way home…

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Just jump and see where you land

There’s a minus sign to remind us time is taken away. I have a grandstand view watching you fight against the inevitable, it’s incredible the lengths you will go to to pull through as the second hand tries to pull you through to midnight. And there’s a light in your eyes where everything ties in,…

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Fresh in from the county

This time it took time and some patience, not a seat to be seen but that’s nothing new I’ve been on the underground. It was pleasant though and pleasantly so presently I’ll think on it some more. For now home and showered some chow, but not Chinese relax play some beats think about the lack…

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The time trap

I swim in them so those pictures from a minute ago or a thousand years ago are still stowed in the album…

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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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Laments

Another highball before I fall of this chair one more drink to down do I dare? There is nothing in the stars the cards the tea leaves and who believes all that mumbo jumbo anyway? Cold hard facts stack up like building blocks. Am I there yet? but where is there? one more highball and…

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A splendid project

I am taking some me time which is no time to take time, time takes this seriously. The zenith and nadir are somewhere but not here, near quite possibly, but I cannot see. There is the rise and the fall and some call out beware, some pretend that it doesn’t exist, though the thought persists…

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Second on the left and through the door marked tomorrow

The sands will trickle on until the mountain’s are all but gone and the seas turn their backs on the land Daylight will crash and break and inhaling shards of white glass will take my breath away and it’s here for a day and done no point to linger on the journey we make’s just…

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A little bit of Sunday

Time goes and we know it’s just the alibi it needs as it slowly feeds upon the passing years which allays our fears because we know that eating is quite natural. As my spirits rise when hearing this the spirits in the bottle disappear and yes I’m on the ‘piss’ keeling over going under but…

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Second guessed

A digit on the digital trying to escape the inevitable everything, they say is possible I wait to be convinced. You must think on this: time travel will and happen it did hid from mere mortals by Gods. if it’s going to go it already has. These things are always this way like Thursday always…

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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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