At home on the range

It’s no better to be late than forever because forever is far longer than no never, but no never is still long enough if you count that kind of stuff and nonsense, finite is alright and being in finite is super. I’m getting ready to engage in employment which is far easier than engaging in…

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Denmark smells sweeter

This being not what it’s cracked up to be we conclude that it must be a tragedy, and Faust writes a note to agree with the vote. In ‘that other place’ my face doesn’t fit and never will, not as long as they sit on their arses and waffle on as if nothing is wrong…

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Bombed out

A fractal of a fractured society the ghost that lingers after they fired me the smell in the drains when it rains the nip that you feel in the air when no one is there. I could be lost in space, would you care? no? but don’t you know that I am the floating-point the…

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4/6d

I remember blue films, those reflections in your eyes, and thinking it was cataracts when in fact it was blue skies, a sunny smile the wander down Blackpool’s golden mile, the softest sand that chafed between my toes, the memory of it comes and goes, a bit like the tide…

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Storytime

I read from Thessalonians the only ones who knew or so the story goes, but who knows? I also read the Famous Five, Black Beauty, the Secret Seven and the Diary of Anne Frank. I have a lot to be thankful for and I am thankful for that…

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Uncanny

The mirror must need a battery I see only dim, the wife says she’s just changed one and what I’m seeing is him and by him she means me, I’m still changing the battery just in case she’s wrong…

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Ozy part two

I am from within this sea of glass and memory, in my hands are held the grains of truth, I set before you a monument, a statue, though lifeless it is the living proof that man once held dominion.over all this ancient land. His eyes like shattered windows scattered light where there was none and…

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Royal blue

Does any butterfly ever dream of being a Monarch? The midnight maids wear pastel shades and slippers made from Irish Lace, there was one and she caught my eye whilst I was out on the.verandah and by the jacaranda tree we kissed, we kissed and flew away…

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Bingo

Monday before I know it, work and i’m going to it how will i ever get through it? Monday is such a palaver seemingly lasting forever but forever’s not that long for me now that i’m aged sixty three. She has an orange suitcase full of oranges? no! i think not He’s got a Mohican…

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Remote

Today is depressing it’s like someone is pressing the levers to move all my limbs and I have lost control. The doctor said you’ve got catarrh I laughed, haha, I know that’s in the Middle East. And it’s raining which is rapidly draining my battery, luckily I can recharge. but that’s not the point, oh…

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Monday tomorrow?

that’s got to be wrong, the weekend cannot have gone by so swiftly. You can quote me, Monday to Friday will choke me and only the weekend can save me…

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Baby

and you’re frightened to cross the road, got to cry to mummy to take your hand and ease that load, you’re then a teenager with the rage upon you and the girls who… …but the moral compass point the way and middle age makes its mark, you stay indoors and don’t go out after dark…

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What crisis?

Panic? do you think we should? or perhaps we could bail out whilst doing a tailspin, topspin, backflip, but let’s skip the histrionics and be dynamic still about to panic even as they explain it to me…

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Dim and distant

A mental aberration or just needs social interaction? notes on the bedboard, somewhere, sometime in a locked ward, forwarded to casualty because there’s nothing wrong with me that a little touch of TLC can’t cure…

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Sending out an SMS

It sounds like jingle bells out there or it could be hell’s bells or maybe the belle’s of St Trinians did a bell fall? or if it fell would a fire go out in the Amazon? he goes on a bit doesn’t he and it’s Sunday, don’t we get a day off from this? ha,…

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On the town

..and for this, I waited? plastic seats! I was seated and the waiter, waited. we’re all waiting for the punctuation mark. I ordered a steak, a ten minute wait, only nine for a Vodka and lime. Two boys waiting for their girlfriends they’ll be waiting ’til the world ends, She’s getting clued in glued in…

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T minus..

As is so often I am in my own company, solitary, alone on the balcony, calculating the odds as to how God’s going to receive me and believe me when I say, it’s not going good for me, well, not if Old Nick gets his way, such are the things that occupy my mind…

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Beachheads and strongholds

When you look like Punch because Judy’s given you a battering and the audience were watching but only gave a smattering of applause which sounded as weak as this did. At least when I am falling I know where I’m heading. Et Tu, say what? said who? I am leaning into a history with the…

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Another Friday near Finchley

No one said that Cinderella had to be a lady, it may be that she was, but because it’s a fairy tale we are left to wonder. I wondered for a long time how long time could be, the answer didn’t come to me all I got was a potbelly and whiskers. That’s the chance…

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Growing pains 2

Eating bread and dripping and reading ‘ripping yarns’ life was that and so much more back in nineteen sixty-four, A coal fire had me sitting watching mother knitting dad was doing some ironing a man ahead of his time. Frank Finlay had me blushing, blood rushing I won’t say where, but I was eight, too…

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