It quickensit slows,time knowsto go at itsown pace…
About: John Smallshaw
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Exploding brain
They will all tell youwhat they think’s for the best,go for a testdon’t go for a testget vaccinated,inoculated, get flucked( Grammarly tells me no L,wellit’s not a flucking Christmas Carolis it?) but we have to dothe right thingwhichmay not be the same thingaswhat they all tell you, has that made it any clearer?…
From the commoner and his diary
I sit in the chapelwhich is but a boundarybetween here and the outerwhere someone once found me and so I pray,let’s say to God,which sounds very reasonablealthough slightly odd. Perhaps thoughthe faith that we findis in the peace of mindthat we allow ourselvesoccasionally. In words I hardly understandfrom a language spokenin a far distant landthere…
All systems go
..and then it was nowhowdid the weekend go so fast?A block and tackle tohelp me risean excavator to digthe sleep from my eyesand coffee to oil themoving parts,..and now it is thentime to go to work again…
Dues
It will always be the popcorn that makes you come alive, that makes you glad that you were born, that gives you goosebumps early morn’popcorn’s got a lot to answer for.and euphemismsI adore. Sunday and it is eveningI have still to prayto make my peace with those aboveand cleanse my sins away to be honest…
In men and her eyes
A seagull surfs under the blue slate skyandI struggle to paddle to the bathroom,bare feet greet the stone floor, butat least the coffee’s hot. my dream was hot too andcould’ve have got me in trouble,thanks to Boris thoughI stayed safe in my bubble. Our Father seems nearer todaythe bells must have woken him toobut it’s…
Sleep
We should archive 2020 andrevive it in the years to comemake it into a video gamelet’s do it and have some fun…
Now, a million years ago
She was here andthen she was gonelife’s so unjustbutit has to go onandso we endure…
Sometimes school
Blitheringis one of thosefabulously old words, I was thinking ofMr Ellis,who caught ussmokingin the toiletsback in ’68called usblithering idiotsbut tookthe cigarettes all the same…
Bored
If blue is the new blackthenCovid-19 is the new ice ageand why not? as catastrophes goit’s really quite minornot quite Krakatoais it?…
…toil and trouble…
Ahand they’d have you believe that Salemwas a place of murder and mayhem. I’m wondering whose Empire we are wrecked inand what do they achieve by resurrecting the past? fuck me, we’ll all be lucky to get past next Tuesdaywe’re dropping like flies here whilethe empire of lies goes on…
On a longer list
Tomorrow may not comeand if it has any senseit won’t, it’ll run away as fast as it canthat’s my plan too,to disappear from hereto befree from this toxic situation,to make a reservation onsome desert isle,and living alone for awhile recharges the batteries,she’salways saying that…
Muses for mornings
The nowhere mansays,no way man andbecomesthe now here man, your voiceyou choose to use it…
Perhaps
we’re all going to need therapybecausewe’re all going a bit sidewaysbut these days are peculiararen’t they?andpeculiar works in a peculiar fashion,we think we’re okay and bash onwith itand all the time we’re becomingmore and more lunaticjeezusI need a holiday…
Friday
Absolutely astoundingthat they’re still takingtheir pound intaxwhile we are breaking our backstrying to put this derailed loco’onto the right tracks, and I suppose that when they’retalking about stricter measuresthey don’t mean a dominatrix. disappointment?wellsomeone’s cracking the whipand we’re all stood in line…
…and then there were none
There’s a map but I can’t see how far,I write a note in my diary as an aide-memoirewhich is as far as it goes because I promptlyforget. We have to get there soonthe days are getting shorterand the nights a bit colder. In the valleyhumanity shimmerslike a dragonfly’s wings inthe gatherings by the river. I…
Coitus and Covid interruptus
its screwed us and gave uslittle pleasure in the doing, jeezif we’re all gonna diewe may as well get highand get it on…
Blood chemistry
woke upfeeling doped uplit a smoke upand had a pee. After washing my faceit was easy to seethat this beautifulmorningwas made just for me, ..and now I’ve hit that writer’s blockit must be time to knock offclock off or possibly fock off,he saidwith a plum in his mouth…
In the end
We spun the hands of time and they came up threebut the clock struck nine and I awoke to see that she’dgone,life goes on, There is nothing you can do and everything you’ve ever saidonly leaves an empty space for the chimes within your headthat keep you going. Here I am and there I goslowly…
The olivetti syndrome
Big Ben’s still bongingandI see nothing wrongin that. Enduranceis the keystone, all roads lead you to home,Rome’s in a different countrywhich Pierluigi Adolinitells me is calledItaly…
