The roundabout

A coupla shots of Vodka to keep me from the virus and a ginger wine to warm, a wedge of garlic because nobody likes me anyway and Sunday becomes history, she’s making a move on me history rewritten rapidly I am taking things slowly but she likes me anyway…

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That lady

She rolls her hips like I roll my cigarettes slow and methodically like someone’s always watching me, but I’m watching her. And there are five hundred thousand stragglers, half a million would be followers and they’re all dependent Draculas sucking out the goodness blotting out her light…

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11:55pm

Listen to the background sound the one that turns your life around chill out the buzz, unlight the burn listen in and maybe you’ll learn even a dope like John can hope and hope has a sound all of its own. Watching too on the peripheral heading to the middle ground working my way through…

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A collection of cobwebs

Then there are times when love underlines everything. ‘I want the one I cannot have’ a line from the ‘Giant in the beanie hat’ and there is in that a great truth. The clock ticks along unaware of its song and we, unaware that time will always be there, but sadly not always for us…

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Dearly beloved

Sunday and that’s no way to wake with church bells buzzin’ in my ears the ‘called ones’ playing on my fears it’s because I’m old that they want me in the fold the cry being, ‘flock to me and God’ll set you free’ Well ain’t it just the way that advertising has subverted ‘the truth,…

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Slightly tired

Now it’s tomorrow and I don’t know what to say, except that five minutes ago it was yesterday. I really hate working on Saturday. and although it’s tomorrow I know it’s today funnily enough it was today yesterday as well. I’m marking myself safe the monsters are dead…

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