Seats for the elderly

She’s probably making music in the Amazon by plucking her eyebrows on the underground it takes all sorts and I suspect all sports to make an Olympic site. In front of me, she, holds the Daily Telegraph I’m looking for Beadle this must be ‘Game for a laugh’ Next to me reading text I see…

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Ants

Going forward I’m back on track. I wonder about the travel of sound when I’m down here travelling on the underground does it speed up or slow down does it meet London coming or is it already there? I also think about ice cream In various flavours. Where the light concusses the head of the…

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Jimmy

Her hair hangs like untied shoelaces across a well worn pair of trainers, rain has no friends in the fading night  . I drip and aware if this is being aware shake my head in despair. I bark if I behave like a cur why then not act like one. After the rain has gone and…

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Nine points to a flaw

blank black and white or sepia undressed prior to being compressed the not so picturesque In the eyes of fellow travellers a morbid curiosity always eyes that follow me. I tag them in this memory of stale air flowing around me seats that hardly found me and an underground transports me back into a mad…

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Relieves stubborn aches and pains

It feels like there’s a bolt in my back and some crazy nut’s tightening the nut it may be a fancy but I fancy it’s not, some nut’s definitely got it in for me Anyhow this pain will pass as most pains do if I sit and chew on Panadol. They said I can’t use…

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Diversions and tactics

Back again on the underground, threatening rain topside, In this, shall we say submarine, I dream of delights gems that sparkle in otherwise dreary nights. I know where I am and where I’ve been but below ground I can dream. It’s a bit like being dead and without the bother of a price on my…

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Cathedral City

We don’t like being reminded of those things left behind us when the future’s waiting out there on the edge. I stepped on the cracks and never crossed my fingers never threw salt over my shoulders or held my breath passing cemeteries. In a backward glance I’d say I missed my chance, the last ship…

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Going on until the going’s gone

One day and that could be any day there will be some more of me until there’s no more to see and then that’ll be me done, but it’s okay today I’m on my way and I’ve not yet arrived at the last stop so I’ve still got time for a rhyme or two more…

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Crimbo a go-go

Today is one more away from the day that wore yesterday’s veil. if I fail against all the odds and sods of a day like today I deserve to repeat my mistakes and if what takes it gives it I’ve got some coming. They’re finding it within their hearts to expose the gentler side talking…

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Compass reading

We’re supposed to open the air vent, cement ourselves to the oxygen supply? and pray tell me why? I want to float in the endless avenue of an infinite space live in the vacuum with enough room to manoeuvre. But we’ve been conditioned to breathe and think it’s an automatic reflex, an impulse they say…

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Insects in amber

‘We apologise for any inconvenience caused’ the day paused. my train wasn’t coming on time this time but it never came on time last time either and they never apologised then. They treat me as livestock ram me into old rolling stock and my head’s on the block every day. Intelligence? it’s artificial and we’re…

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D ismael

I wouldn’t want you to think that being in employment is the be all and end all it appears at times to me to be more of an egress and less of a process for moving ahead. If I dwell in this house that the Lord calls a home why do I work like a…

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Favourites

Part of the underground underground do not confuse this with the overland overground it’s not quite the same, fir trees don’t grow down here in the dark, the carriages are light enough packed tight enough trolleys and cases right enough but it’s different up top there’s a buzz usually from the saw mills at three…

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The compendium

They look for confession an ear to the ground I look for accession a pistol in hand and he looks for absolution from so many sins In the end nobody wins It’s just a game of chance spin the wheel take the next dance and then the music stops the light goes out the window…

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Cobblestone paths

Past the barges easing along the canal, over the aqueduct, sucking the morning into my lungs, flinging my satchel of schoolbooks because tomorrow never comes and then off to the islands for a pirate’s day out, tickling trout (the rainbow kind) lunch well deserved for the deserving mind. I loved the river the smell and…

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Oyster soup

On the ride underneath the underground to or into a wonderland ‘move down inside the cars’ # cattle trucks without the bars a wonder under ground indeed I need a break an arm will do a leg or two I I I neatly forgot the plot it almost had me in a spin but jammed…

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The tributes

Starred from left to right you’ll see all manner of pomposity and the top hat tits. It brings me out in little spots a bright red rash, but this won’t stop me having fits. They say that pomp and circumstance is an ancient anthem. I say, never, no and not a chance. Waterloo. I’ve met…

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The lodge street bazaar

Painted in shades of dirty old brown standing down there on Bulk road at the bottom of the town was the Hotel. Ah well they called it other things too, but we knew it as the Tramway, a name that harked back to a distant day of the past. Father raised a glass or two…

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The sound of running feet

Change for the best change for the rest and the zing and the zest follow on. There’s middle ground that we muddle through, work and play, come home, do you? In this the Central zone, the wishbone line I’ve found the time to think aloud amidst the seething, heaving crowd. Nothing’s fair not love or…

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Echo chambers

Eccentric? I can be, a composition of me and him and anyone else that found their way in. Generally speaking, I’m a model citizen that goes about his own business taking no heed of the madness that feeds on street corners or of the dogs that piss up the lampposts and trees, he’s a model…

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