Eighty sixing the sideshow

We’re just treading water, jumping on the spot, we got nothing and they’ve got the lot very nice for them (Said in a sarcastic voice) when we have no choice but to do as they want. I’m wanting out of it there’s only so much bullshit that one can shovel and I’ve shoveled a shitload…

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Highway 101

Here’s a post a mile post, a mark at most along the road. I sat on several to remind me I could sit on several more but several turned into several score and many more to go. They fade in time probably because the rain acts upon the lime erasing details, and like memories although…

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Major league

Someday it’ll not be Monday but today it happens to be. The start of things even a new week begins at the point of no return don’t let anyone tell you that isn’t so. There is no going back to before. Two hundred and fifty one seasons several hundred thousand reasons he goes on in…

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Inner maze

Come to think of it and I do when I think a bit which thinking about it is not very often…

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WTF part two

A chip off the block? a rip off? or are fakes the new real? Reveal an idea and someone will steal an idea. We can be unique today or next week we can but some would sooner take to make it their own they’ll never own it though. Listen, you can’t buy a rain forest…

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Shower time

I am wide awake for goodness sake and it’s only a quarter to four what do I bother sleeping for? just wind me up and watch me run alternatively flatter the modern me with a Duracell battery, and where would you shove it? Fluck and Law must have an image for Monday spitting feathers? I…

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Lucky stars and cough drops

I have to remember how lucky I am and that is some task for a forgetful old man, but I try. She, she, she (said thrice because it sounds so nice) helps me to get by without her where would I be? There is or there was and still might be something left of the…

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When Tuesday falls

I think we’ve all had that feeling of feeling nothing. Emptied like the dustbins used to be and yet full of foreboding as if someone is loading a twelve bore with a cartridge and your name is on it. And feeling that way which is one way to feel do you feel like kneeling and…

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Chapter 4, verse 1

Holy week, another chance to torment those who seek redemption. Hang your cross of Jesus on the wall ( a double execution) as if crucifixion was not enough…

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Just made it

The best of plans rely on man’s ingenuity and that’s most assuredly true. It would have been a crime were I not on time leaving early as I did. Aware that time will not wait to hesitate is another crime. Dreadlocks with flip flops I’ve not seen that on the tube before one more suitcase…

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Here’s a quickie

Blundering into Sunday and wondering why so early? And yet life is ablaze with the light of these days so I rise. There’s sleep in my eyes I should have left that in bed but I never, washing my face instead does the trick. Picking out socks thinking how my life rocks, if Mother could…

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Lovebites in loughton

Same faces old men briefcases must be working early today. She’s still doing the crossword yesterday’s news feeding her answers reading the clues nothing changes. Baby in a carry cot not a lot of scope to wriggle but giggling anyway. The tube map’s the same I can name every station from Epping to Ealing feeling…

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Of legends and lore

She hidden by a sudden squall unaware of my dramatic fall goes blindly on. I ride on a charger to barge into her, remind her that I still love her, she towers above me and yet she still loves me. Waiting for Arthur? we have waited for ever. Guinevere never here when I need you…

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Mess

   I am untidy they hide me away, they say that cleanliness is next to Godliness but they say a lot and not much makes sense.   fifty pence for a wash and brush up! shut up.   to let, a toilet with great potential   and that’s what the sign should read, but all…

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Jigsaw pieces

The reflection came too late and now I must wait, for the mirror is fogged. Dogged by the memory of the years that passed by me, I see shadows, halo’s of lights. I fight my way up no use staying here not when the new year is on the horizon.. It’s funny. I always trust…

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Wasting it

The cows came in twice a day and usually for milking, sometimes if it rained they came in anyway looking for shelter looking for hay I used to sit and count the ears on a sheaf of corn wishing I hadn’t been born into this, wishing that Julie Andrews would kiss me instead of Dick…

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jenny

She spins stories like spiders spin webs I am spellbound…

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Target

Into those dreams where one leans toward the inevitable where unless it’s reversible it’s final, I go armed. Fear lays a finger that weighs like a ton where some wouldn’t feel it I cock my gun. A barrage of bleary eyes hide behind red tinted glass and I try to pass each day unnoticed…

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Treasures

If to reach out and hold the sparkles of the heaven’s jewels is for fools I’m cool with it I wanna bounce stars off my eyes shoot hoops with those rings and paint Mars blue until the new day brings me back to the reality that some call normality I reach out constantly it suits…

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