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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Cylinders

It was sometime last century the last time she mentioned me the first time I met her back then. Time travel seemingly impossible but the possible always is…

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The pterodactyl tree

We think we’re living game of thrones, it’s Chinese whispers, we are fed retirement homes satisfied with rice and beans, jelly on a Sunday. The clock ticks on and picks on me, I should smash its face in Chinese whispers, that’s a sin put it in your notebook. Most will tell you it’s a lie…

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Opening hours

Depending on one’s point of view it’s either early or late, but why does it have to be one of the two? why not both which of course it can be in an altered reality I personally, (which is like a double me init?) prefer late although I’m usually early. I also remember that the…

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Ten past sixty

The first and the last time and that in-between time and oh! what a great time it was. it was the make or the break time the you and the me time a time to be free time what a great time it was…

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The hoopla ring

There is no ‘real time’ even the speed of light takes some time to light up somewhere where the time has already gone and that’s passing time or past time on the timeline, show me a now and I’ll tell you it was, but when I kiss you and time stands still and the clock…

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Leapfrog

I jump over the counter, a prescription to mount an attack on the pain in my back. Laid low where the day is slow and the night frenetic, am I a geriatric? so what if I am what if it’s true what if the pain in my back has nothing to do with my back…

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The camp fire tales

It’s true, nothing tells you more about the state of things to come than the closing of another door, your face begins to show the mechanisms that used to work so long ago, your hands have had that tremble that your father used to know and that was also long ago. Each door that closes…

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Diamond shields and water pistols

You taught me to count and I counted the days, and the days mounted up and still I counted the days and I got old and tired and lost count of the days. I can start again, I can number the drops of rain that fall I can count them all, you taught me that…

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In the monastery

Going back through the archives, back through the tunnels of time over matter and memory, remember me? Is time a straight line? Is memory curved? Are the lines that I’ve swerved on and under observed in the order they were or are they randomly paced in the place where the archives reside? Who designs these…

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