Storms brewing

Now that we’re all reliant on the internet, compliant with the rules set out, ticked terms and conditions ( provision to update as and when)we have become addicted, not predicted by Nostradamus but I’m sure it was on his list, we need the elixir and Google’s the main fixer, the dealer in disguise.So we’re hooked…

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Unrelated

Bill and Ben and weed,yes,even flowerpot menfeel the need for a littlerelaxation. Billie the Kid or Billie J King?both had balls,forty love or a forty-four?they both kill in the end.Monday sunk the shipbutwe all slip under eventually, and Tuesday ever hopefuldrifts in on the morning tide…

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Fact

I thought goulash was on the archipelago but it turns out that it’s not. Mistakes are what we all make. I make apfelstrudel, but once, I thought that was the name of a travelling minstrel, see how easy mistake are to make?…

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Zebelon 5

Even as we are being stretchedthe world about us is collapsingand we’re being dragged intoan infinitely expandingblack holeto be swallowed up in analternate galaxyinto a multi-dimensional reality, the light changes as rapidly as an opinionand as we become anilluminated page of a manuscriptit gets darker outside…

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Connecting

Shall we go prayshall we?shall we go to praybefore they take the praying away? Here today and gone some say toa far better place,but here’s a point, when they put yourface out of joint,West,,go West. Perhaps it’s for the best if we allgo out and get a test or is ignorancethe bliss you seek?…

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Nods off occasionally

Saturday nightand we’re all staying home,right? Outside,the air is as crisp as a new fivepound note,as I wrote that I realised the notes arenot crisp anymore,they’re tacky and plasticky anddownright nasty, but warm indoors by the firewith wine to test and to tire me,and with a goodnight kiss to the familyhe drifts away quite dreamily…

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The ants in amber

You want to shrug it off,but do you think thatyou’re big enoughto beat this on your own? are we there yet,get set, go.nowe are not andnowhere near, last year, that past year has cast fear upon this year,can you see a pattern emerging?seemingly endless funding,gatherings shunned inthe media, allbecoming social pariahs,liars in the government?they really…

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Backlit

‘..the Greta Garbo home for wayward boys and girls..’ On another dayfar awayyou could find meat the Kirkland Hotelornear the baywatching the waters swayknowing that life ticks awaywhatever we do. and Manfred Mann playing in the background…

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The Phoenician and the fixer

‘Madame Sosostris, famous clairvoyante, had a bad cold…’but now, I wonder was it Covid? You’d think that her with the Tarotwould know,but no, she didn’t have a clue, shemight have even thought it was the flu’,she should have seen it coming…

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Furloughed

Call it a holidaybut what a wayto spend it, keeping your distancein case they’re infected,staying indoorsand it is as I suspectednot a holiday at all,all we need is a ball and chainand it’s a Christmas Carolall over again. Ghosts in the ceilingpasta in the kitchena shilling in the meterwhich innew moneyis five pence, nothing makes…

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What we do

That’s okayyou don’t have to suck your stomach inyou don’t have to breathe out orbreathe inyou can just stop livingno one’s watchingno one’s givinga damn. I’d say, tospite themdo everything a million timesand do it all again, live as if you mean it…

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Whistles

You try to look respectableand end up looking miserablebecauseit all becomes uncomfortablewhen you step outside the zone, but if you never docan you say,you really lived? Some manage fortunes and somecan’t manage a smile,which are you?…

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Bendy toys

Throw them a lifeline tied to a landmine,pull on and let’s watch them blow. if it seems like a good deal, too good to be true,hold on to your breath and I’ll watch you turn blue, nothing’s for nothingwe pay in the endeven for those who palm it offon their‘flexible friend. never regret if you…

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Ivy growing up the wall

I should be gardeninggrowing something,doing my bit for the war,butI’m having trouble growingmy hairone day you have it and thenext, it’s not there, I would like an epiphanya blinding flash and anangel to tell me,to shut the fuk up…

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Brooding

They’re only dark clouds,but could be omensof soldiers marchingoff to war, ahthe thunderclaps of Odinthat echo through Valhallaringing in my ears, only dark clouds blown alongthe wind imaginingof things they used to be…

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Itchy fingers

Why is it too early when it’s early but never too late when it’s late? They can’t quarantine your dreams,not yet anyway. Routine,lightwriteeatwritelightoff. Pyjamas are the new sportswear for jogging around the bedroom because you don’t want to go out there. Old is when you think you’re going downonly to find it’s gas escaping, but…

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My new year and resolution

2021,1280×1024, a bit of qualitydunked in a cup of teacall it licenseor my Northern identity,either wayit’s taking a libertyand the day has not yetbegun…

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Elbowed

My funny bone’s deserted melast seen heading past my kneenothing’s funny now and shejust laughs…

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