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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Midweek

There’s a lot of them and by them I mean Wednesday men so many I could write an essay. If you’re looking for a message you’ll have to manage without one this is just me prattling on and rattling off what’s on my mind. In the labyrinth there was no Minotaur only a sealed door…

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Travels with my Uzi

Claws at the doors but he’s missed it by a whisker the tube scuttles down into the tunnel below oh bother tarnation I’ll have to wait at the station. So I eye up the opposition who take up position along the length of the platform it’s a war where words are shot ‘Mind the door’…

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Four thirty plus

Wednesday is a trap which we willingly fall into, thinking as we do that the week’s half way through. but it’s downhill from here which is a trifle bit queer because it feels like I’m in second gear. I’ll be awake for as long as it takes. I did dream I do dream would you dream…

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