Open space

Thoughts in the night when the darknesslays light on my skin and where to begin orwhen does this end? A pinpoint anoints me as my eyes open slowlyand my heart beats in sympathy for the time ofthe day,…

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Friday ffs

It’s raining outI’m staying inand it’s playing on my mind,a game of ping-pong if I’mnot mistaken. A bit of to and fro andhere we gothe same old dontya know…

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Just musing

You’ll whistle at the kettle and scream at the washing machinebecause the longer this goes onthe crazier we all become. Some of us have a head start inthat department…

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Wildlife

Did you forget about Clarence the cross-eyed lion?wasn’t Daktari where you wanted to beand what happened to Judy the chimp? they’reall back in the sixtiestrapped forever in memories…

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Skiing uphill

When being honestwhich we sometimes arewe knowthat the shortest pointbetween two placesis not very farat alland if you ski upyou’ll free upa spot on the chairliftwhich is a giftfor those less able…

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Fight

..and nowthere’s a bit of toing-and-froingabout who gets the vaccineand where is it going? Political bollix if you ask me. But it all boils down towho has the biggestclout…

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Sold out

Finallyan empty auditoriumthere is no audienceno chance then of me boring them. My shadowwhich seems to have a mindof it ownbids me farewell as it amblesoff home, silence and solitudein which I strike an attitudeofwhat do I care…

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Verse 64

We keep going around in circleshoping for some miracles but all I see are manaclesgoing around in circles. No one said for the water and wine thingyou had to bring your own glass,so is it all gas and gaiters? I’m putting a chit’ instaging a sit inbefore I get stuck inthis circle that shuts outthe…

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Picking and choosing

Where shall I not go today,Brighton, Blackpool,Morecambe Bay?there are lots of placesto not go today andtomorrowI shall find even more…

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Still sober

Today I kept thinking it was Sunday and that when tomorrow came it would be Monday,but then I realised that tomorrow was Sunday and today is only Saturday so Monday isn’t tomorrow at all,which means nothing at all because there’ll be no work on Monday so it might as well be Friday which it will…

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Own goals

They’ll be filling the grand canyonbuilding several platforms tooinviting all the sightseers toget a better view. The Modus Operandi ofI got a better job,do as I say not as I door you’ll get smacked in the gob. it’s all being taken awaythe greatest wonders of the dayand in the future when we wonder whowe’ll still…

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Chalk one up

Sometimes that’s funny is only that funny to those who might think that that’s funny and the funny thing is funny’s a funny old thing. I’m not funny and that’s funny toobutfunny is a funny word and it’s funnyhow funny makes you laugh at just howfunny it is. Coffee time and that’s serious…

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Sharing the joy

What’s happening is,the joy of Friday is being taken awaythe working class have had their daythere’ll be no more weekends at the boozerFriday is going to be your loserin the five-fold accumulator, on the plus side,Monday is not going to be that daywhen the world turns greyand you have to work to earn your paywhich…

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In the den

These are the dreams on plasticine and we can twist them and rip them, strip them to the bone and with two colours, two tones,we make our home in them, live them and love them like some men love mother because there’s no one quite like her and there won’t be another,and as each dawn…

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The cull

We won’t go out with a whimper but with the whisper of a bullet from the gun of a sniper hired to get you and we won’t have time to wonder why or who. and maybe, just maybethat’ll be the gravy on the puddingor the icing on the cake, it doesn’t take a geniusto know…

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Rollin’

..and only now somehow you would wonder where time has gone,how did it escape you and how can you go on?and the man on the street only wonders where’ his next meal’s coming from. On the clock between the tick before it goes tock there’s a rock and not the one of ages and for…

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In the black forest chateau

I can hear the pipes of Panbut I don’t think they belongto Petermaybe they’re Pauls. And now they’re goneI could have imagined them,you know what old men are like. Supper wasjam on a sconenow I have my jim-jams onand they have jam on them toobutyou know what old men are like because I already told…

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Always 50/50

Knowing when and how tois half of getting to whereyou want to. It takes time to learn and youhave to burn a lot of candlesread, digest, scrape the wax off your vest, I had the option of burning the midnight oilbut didn’t want to spoil my good looks by reading bad books and losing out…

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Stingrays

Wellits been midnight for most of the dayand the winter clouds laid heavy and deep across the dark of the bay,there are no sunfish to seethere’s only the moon and mesitting on the end of the pier…

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Old soaks and odd socks

Steeping myself in slumberandgoing to do a number ona dream. Wizards. Waiting for a spell is like waiting for a busthey always come in threes,buses on the roadand spells on the branches of magic trees. She’s in the mirror watching me in the mirrorwatching her in the mirror watching me,it’s a game we playthe first…

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