Street corners

Just hangin’waiting for the final knockin’swatching the Devil grinningandno one but that one is winningthis war. Despondencydoes not become me,but becomes mein despondency. Trying to rise above iteating well and getting fit,well. eating well at least,fit only for the beastthat comes a-callin’…

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Messing with the mercury

..and another thingwhy bother to singwhen it’s all on eight-trackor is that too far back in the past? hitting the nail on the headcreeping from the bed andshuffling to the kitchen,I daub the walls with slogans,a rebel in pajamas. I dreamt again of days spentby the watersideof nights beside the firesidewherelight smoked out the darker…

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What?

A thousand years ago when it was early late last June and we thought that this emergency would be over quite soon because the politicians promised but they never could deliver on and now we’re calcifying fit only for the catacombs, when the boxes lit on Zoom seemed much bigger than your living room was…

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Before the second cup

Expecting snow?wellyou weren’t the only one to goand buy a pair of skis, I think the internet is to blamefor me waking up to rain. Sunday and the burning bush?my mind boggles. We should call the cops into investigateonline shops incyberspace…

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