Trampoline Tommy

Death is like when you’re looking at a flashing cursor with nothing in mind, word blind and you think you’re worse off than me? the bottle’s nearly empty and I am still sober I don’t want a tomorrow but the night’s nearly over. I’ve lived this moment for a thousand years ten thousand pages soaked…

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Not the friendliest people

They give him vacant looks, he thinks they’re not hooked up to the mains, no power supply and he wonders why. You cannot rely on strangers to give you the time of day so he hides his face behind a mask and goes off on his way. Today there was a flicker probably a power…

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Up the garden path

The lamp sheds little light, I really wanted a genie but I got a pig in a poke, these old sayings slay me. Under peeling grey ceilings she has played on my feelings and preyed on my flesh. Dreams do that to you, make you believe the unbelievable convincing you that the voices in your…

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Crashes on the sand

You and me on an island that stretches down to the shore, sat watching the seamless sea on a dreamless night who could have wanted for more? and the echoes come back on the waves that come in…

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Arena

A snooze button and autoplay should be a standard fitting on Thursday, it’s almost where, ‘are we there yet’ begins and ends, but not quite, still got Thursday night to do. Coffee tastes like a false dawn but I wasn’t even born when that broke. Peeling my shadow off the radiator and looking like an…

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Misfits or mystics?

What I admire the most about the life of the living ghost is how they fade in and phase out of view depending on who’s looking at who and the time of day. It can’t be an easy street for these guys I meet and I meet more than a few which again depends on…

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Off again

The sweep hand sweeps London sleeps and we’re all being swept away, time’s a straight line and like the bread line will eventually disappear…

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Its been a long day

I write to remember what I should forget and then forget to remember to forget and then I get confused and write some more, but I remember what I had for breakfast in Saltdean on the fourteenth of August 1972 which worries me to death, well, perhaps not death but somewhere very close to it…

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A holiday must be on the cards

I’d like to sit on the deckchair in my backyard and watch the daffodils grow, have a barbecue a beer or two, wear my Jesus sandals with socks of course because as you already know fashion has its home in the North, listen to the wireless set I wonder if Cowdrey’s got his century yet,…

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I dunno

What would you do if all your dreams come true and you had nothing left to dream for? Oh God, that question’s a hard one. Would I be ‘woke’ if I had to wake? I can’t answer it, but I could sleep on it, without dreams? impossible…

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Then it was Tuesday

Eyes down for the biblical bingo, acts on intuition and becomes beyond our recognition, hey presto, someone’s calling ‘house’ but it’s only Thomas and he’s a louse, a doubtfull sort of fellow…

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EPNS

I struggled through the statuesque, the picturesque, the beautiful, the grotesque and arrived untarnished from the lies their pictures told. fight them every day and fight them any way you can. I watched an orange sun bob on a turquoise sea, watched and all for free no pretence there to be anything other than what…

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It feels like it’s Monday

Late in the night and still writing stopping only for a moment to let the cat out and wondering why I never find it in a bag. Sometimes stepping outside on the balcony thinking of jumping but watching the scenery, life has a way of making one stay. If I frown the moon, who’s an…

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Hymn 224

There is no time for telling now no stars left up in the sky the mountains have worn away the rivers have all run dry, there are no lights to light the way no mirrors to look into and see what they say, there is no time for telling now it’s the end of the…

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Yardsticks

I’ve gone the whole nine with friends and acquaintances of mine but they’re now past the point of no return, I settle my differences these days with long walks across the bridges I have built. Things get old as I too have gotten older and my eyes strain to hold onto the things I have…

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Diary entry #31a

I started writing to let some light in and then I became blinded which again reminded me of why I started writing. I see it as a therapy to get me through the darkness…

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Sideline Sam

Out on the periphery the sharks circle hungrily making me quite jittery but I’m used to it by now. When in doubt run, that’s what mum used to say or you can make a man a man for a day it doesn’t mean that man will stay…

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Millions

For what it’s worth which isn’t much I went to work, such exciting times in which to live and now I’m home back in the bosom where my darling wife who really is my honey blossom, makes tea for me and to make my day massages all those aches and pains away…

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One of seven

Saturday should be a day when you don’t have to work away like a beaver. Never is never enough, but it’s often too much. Work is always the same but we play the game so we can get paid go out on the lash a birthday bash maybe get laid, we’ve always been Saturdayed and…

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Messiah, the Netflix fix

When the ‘second coming’ comes do you think he’ll arrive dressed in rags? I think the Messiah will drive a Ferrari, live in a mansion on a hill up in Hampstead, ha no loaf, no breaking bread, he will wear Gucci loafers and pick up his bed? another ha, the maid he employs will fit…

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