Timelines

It was this time last year, I am sure that it was and the year before that and before that and I am sure because I was there at the top of a pine tree mending a cone pretending that I was the king on my throne, so it was this time last year like…

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Writings on the wrappages of Christmas

The sum of my experience added to the number of times I tried and then divided by those that I knew who died comes under the name of theoretical maths. If only we could add up the sad and the lonely then subtract them from the equation…

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The trimmer

Who can be sure that the impurities of the night dreams have been erased by the coming of the day? I wash using scented soap in the hope, somewhat forlorn, that I am as clean as the day I was born. There’s always a niggling doubt that there are more demons hiding inside me that…

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Christmas 1967

The canal was frozen over the river was flowing with snow, so many opportunities we didn’t know where to go. The elvers were burrowed in deep the salmon, all fast asleep but we were young and wanted to watch them run, until Mum called us in for tea…

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Anonymity

I should have done a video, you know like that man on the one man show, but I didn’t wake up in time so I didn’t go. I won’t be famous now, they won’t name a bridge after me they’ll probably just laugh at me, well fuk ’em I’m going fishin’…

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Disorderly thoughts

Barely a day goes by that a day doesn’t go by, I’m busy watching the sundial and waiting for the summer. Winter is like a mood clock always showing a moody time and now it’s that time, digitally, that I have to break free from the duvet and go shower which is fourteen hundred candle…

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..and relax

Surely we’re better than this, scurrying about like piss ants as if we’ve got to big for our short pants tell me it’s so. I need a reviver someone comes over with a Cuba libre just what I need a rush to the head,…

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A moment in a Monday

To have undone what would have become before it became or to undo who you are and start over again. Life, playing the long game…

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hah jesus, I already forgot the title

I don’t know if Jesus would want to go to Jerusalem, what with all that antisemitism, it wouldn’t feel like home. feels to me like the twilight zone where people looking here and there for a saviour that they’d swear by. but what do I know, I only bear the scars…

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And..did you want this?

Do you like Charles Dickens, are you even still there? jeezeuz which satisfies Zeus because these days is not like the old days when we could write shit and get away with it, no one fukin listens look at India, they’re cutting off the internet keeping it internal killing off indigenous but isn’t India the…

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Prep time

There’s no accounting for taste waste, paste that on the blackboard, billboard still bored? be a fish. I wish but it seldom works, maybe my wish needs batteries. Later, back to the bowels of the earth, work and a dearth of humour but there’s a rumour that it’s nearly Christmas, it’s funny how the lights…

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Seas of Saturday

This is the last drop off, the countdown’s begun to the great rip off and yet we’re still getting on for the ride. Perhaps we’ll learn when cities burn and the fat lady sings to the moon, something tells me that won’t be happening soon, too many cops and too many spooks watching us while…

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The austerity overdose

It must be the strychnine that’s tickling the back of my throat, he said, putting his coat on and laughing on the other side of his face…

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Camera crash

I used several filters but the picture looked the same, it must be true that if you’re not a fat bloated, thieving off the working poor capitalist, you’re not included in the game…

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Writing the program

Things may break down into factions fractions fractals or linear matrices and the mind may become its own disease until it ceases working. Theories make me weary when I’m trying to validate them, I should shut the fuck up, but you know that I won’t…

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Zoned in

This is a big day and as it stretches away into the distance I feel small in a small way, but as it’s Wednesday it’s okay. Exercising my imagination by opening my eyes, one at a time, don’t want to overdo it. Anyway I got some rest and now must get dressed head off to…

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Music box.

I wrote a letter to the younger me, but could it find me? it could not and I got a bill for the return postage. ‘I never said it was easy’ and I never said that either. By the time this is all done God’s son will be on his fourth reincarnation. I’m dragging things…

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Atlantic drift

Someone always suffers if the deal’s not fair and square and one by one they’ll have you on and take more than their share. There’s a constant state of aggravate which is somewhere off the coast and I’m bound by life to be there in the place, I hate the most…

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Directory enquiries

Where did it go when did we change into people we no longer know? and if we grew why did we grow, just to change into people we no longer know?…

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Lost in the spaces

Even as a change occurs the change changes again from this to that to something and nothing remains of the change that it changed from, everything is being erased, remade, reformed, the citadel of those halcyon days has been stormed by invaders that made changes. I’m changing too, not sure into what or who but…

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