Whistling Dixie again

Earmarked for days full of strife and nights in the park. I never saw Poverty Rules OK! but I heard the book was a best seller and when I tell her that she’ll kill me. We’re given enough rope and not the scope to utilise it…

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Colorado beetles

You’re reading this post which I think is my post the dog sees a lamppost and cocks his leg. My eyes on stalks as someone walks across the sky and a star is born in Birmingham, Bethlehem being full. Synchronising pulling my eyes in meshing the gears, fooling the years into thinking they’re days. The…

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Posterity is not what it used to be

when the rapture is captured on camera and the end of days ends in a fight when the sun doesn’t rise to light up the skies and Facebook for all of its lies is the only disguise we have left we will have left what became in the avenues of fame in the fortune teller’s…

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Ironing out the kinks

The mirror missed me, kissed me as I came home; Narcissus never misses us, but us being me the mirror kisses who misses who the most?…

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Out of the sun

When I want to get away from it all I just fade into my shadow on the garden wall and hang there, breathing deep as if I belong there. The ivy creeps up and grows on me. the breeze blows on me cooling me fooling me into thinking I can stay like this forever…

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‘I will gladly pay you Tuesday…’

‘This must be the ‘moment’ that I’m in’, said him, with sleep in his eyes and his hair in a state, wouldn’t you think that the ‘moment’ could wait at least until him was presentable? It takes longer now for my sight to adjust. I struck a classical pose and the ‘thinker’ who knows of…

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The egg and spoon race

It wasn’t about the losers it was about those that didn’t win and he gives a wry grin at that not being politically correct. I thought aloud, if everyone’s a winner what is the point to enter? where is the satisfaction to be gained? even heroes want the glory and if no one gets first prize…

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Projections

The temperature being off the scale and I’m moving silently on network rail the day is just an epic fail I should bale out, the mercury is rising fusing blood into my eyes everything looks supersize my pupils are expanding It’s time to finish off the game and throw this lousy hand in. In this…

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‘Add to your story’

We want somewhere over the rainbow but no one wants to go there all we want to do is share on Facebook what the fuck is that about? like like wow like smiley while we still want somewhere over the rainbow…

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It must be Tuesday

You might find me on a ‘Yellow Page’ underneath the midnight stage, the band it seems live out their dreams living in their dreams or so it seems to me, I look at Q-tips think they’re tulips smell the flowers live out my hours just like this and almost sluggishly time moves in and out…

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Hemmorhaging is not a Bavarian hamlet

Once again I find the morning light breaks through my eyes and wakes this sleeping mind, it seems the dreams will have to wait or shall I not cooperate? Tschaikovsky Tuesday is a nutcracker I try to be PC but it still breaks my balls. When I get there if I get there I’ll send…

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The shuffle

Tuesday once more into the bleach my friends and hope that this day ends quite cleanly. ‘Do you mean me?’ if the cap fits grin and wear it. I could tear this apart not even start sink into the hole go back on the dole but why would I do that? Because you’re a twat?…

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About Tuesday

The clock ticks on you think the alarm’s a bomb and it blows up in your face. That’s how it feels if you make your deals with the Devil or his son. Must run got a train to catch got to patch in to this day and its sin. In the spectrum if ho hum…

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After the noon

That was easy wasn’t it? no stress less mess than usual. Some days like today or really any Tuesday can be fun finish work a walk in the autumn sun a trip to the park and as it gets dark amble on home to a hot cup of cocoa. I know as you do that’s…

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It lives

It’s four twenty in the morning plenty of time to write this, I’m yawning but only because it’s four twenty in the morning. The coffee helps me to see almost like glasses oh really? then as each minute passes and I see more clearly I become nearly human another oh really? Tuesday’s the day and…

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The great depression

What is it with Monday? You tell me it’s a great way to start the week, I have to ask why? and why start it today? why not Wednesday? or better still, start it on Friday, that’d be the best way to start as you mean to go on. I go on wondering is this…

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