Ghosts of stars

The space between here and there, the no man’s land of anywhere different, any spare change Guv’nor? which we mostly ignore, fearing the wolves at the door we lock ourselves in and close the curtains only then are we certain we’re safe, but like in so many dreams when everything seems tickety boo, I know…

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Darkness is not a colour

You can feel it, the night tapping at the door, like the tide coming in to the disappearing shore. Then the coldness comes to numb you and you wait for the noise which the day makes as it breaks, when the sun takes its place in the sky…

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A pinch of salt

The night unloads at the crossroads, this way for the day, Tuesday drifts in like Marie Celeste some say cursed others, blessed, being undecided I will wait and see…

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The disc revolves

Full strength? we are never more than forty parts per million! they couldn’t allow us more than the dilute or they’d have to shoot us, fear is a great motivator…

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Deep enough to drown in

Starlight, but no scope. We don’t see if we don’t look can’t read a book unless we open it, and hoping it changes never changed a thing. ‘Might’ is the most powerful of words to use it might mean anything, nothing or everything, we could all use a ‘might’ I might use one too. I…

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Postcard from Pitcairn

We’ve all burnt things haven’t we? bridges, cakes, hands our feet on the sands where time always seemed to stand still. I have to put down, set down, get down these lines before I forget, Later, I shall wonder why…

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Pan

Almost a bring and buy try before you fly or die to buy and try to fly and die, does that float your boat does it grab you and hold by the throat until you can no longer breathe? life is and always was that make-believe that you made yourself believe and yet you can’t…

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The valley of the shallows

The rain gets in and runs down the ridges that the cold forms on my skin and it’s still raining now, bewildered bedraggled looking like something or definitely someone frazzled, freezing, can’t get the keys out to put the key in (euphemism pending) this is not never ending according to the weatherman on radio 2,…

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The ending

Tunes that I heard yesterday a million miles away and they still play on the radio, way to go? if you’re going to hell. In the triangle I am obtuse a recluse in need of and I won’t say abuse but I did. and there you have it. I didn’t because I wouldn’t…

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Mulligatawny

We limber up then clamber up to clutter up and put the shutters down. She takes tumbles like I take tea, often. When you open up a chatterbox don’t expect Jack, unless you are expecting Jack. My mind flits if minds can flit, seldom still…

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Tuesday and its child

There is a switch on the control panel, what channel would you like me to be? I wear an eye patch, no match for the bandaid no bloody Lucozade either give me rum and my mind can run like the wind. When I’m stuck, don’t give a fuck until Mother Superior appears, then it’s fear…

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Pitter pat

If we were to believe all the shit that we read, we’d stop reading to stop our eyes from bleeding, better to talk, said the mute, (you can shoot me if that’s not PC) but I see distortions nothing is framed everything’s up for the ‘Sale of the Century’ and even Nicholas Parsons would mention…

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ta da

introducing Monday. it’s rain, she said, not rocket science, but it’s Monday and how can that be? she tortured me with tales of precipitation, cloud formation, when all I wanted was a hot cup of tea. Monday is like the prodigal mostly wonderful and sometimes magical at times I can’t wait to see it return…

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Long running

Half awake and not nearly enough asleep I should keep shorter hours, get wired to the terminal pump out something seminal and no! not fluid. Life can be hard then it’s off to the knackers yard to be knackered? strange I thought I already was. But tomorrow is another way to keep today as yesterday…

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Exercise #95

I was resting in my bed and wrote out a notice which read, DO NOT DISTURB. then I was disturbed to find I had to disturb myself to put it on the outside of my door. some things are not thought through though i do try…

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wtf #61

I saw a man that looked like me and he saw a man that looked like him and both of us began to grin, slightly frightened, what ould this mean? was it, in fact, a dream? the man that looked like me winked as I blinked or it may have been the other way around…

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The photograph

an image, sharp, but in the distance there is someone or maybe no one that sits on swings and plays a harp. heartbeats long ago like time they fade into another winter one more snow fight pillow fight marshmallows steaming by the firelight, always something in the background backyard life’s hard in photographs from old…

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How many teeth on a comb?

Somehow in time to be or when it’s time to come along there’ll be a song about me, probably a dirge, I fight the urge to laugh out loud when they come to pay their respects, there’s not such a crowd and I expected more, they only came for the cucumber sandwiches and the export…

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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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