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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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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Storms brewing

Now that we’re all reliant on the internet, compliant with the rules set out, ticked terms and conditions ( provision to update as and when)we have become addicted, not predicted by Nostradamus but I’m sure it was on his list, we need the elixir and Google’s the main fixer, the dealer in disguise.So we’re hooked…

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Unrelated

Bill and Ben and weed,yes,even flowerpot menfeel the need for a littlerelaxation. Billie the Kid or Billie J King?both had balls,forty love or a forty-four?they both kill in the end.Monday sunk the shipbutwe all slip under eventually, and Tuesday ever hopefuldrifts in on the morning tide…

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Fact

I thought goulash was on the archipelago but it turns out that it’s not. Mistakes are what we all make. I make apfelstrudel, but once, I thought that was the name of a travelling minstrel, see how easy mistake are to make?…

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Zebelon 5

Even as we are being stretchedthe world about us is collapsingand we’re being dragged intoan infinitely expandingblack holeto be swallowed up in analternate galaxyinto a multi-dimensional reality, the light changes as rapidly as an opinionand as we become anilluminated page of a manuscriptit gets darker outside…

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Connecting

Shall we go prayshall we?shall we go to praybefore they take the praying away? Here today and gone some say toa far better place,but here’s a point, when they put yourface out of joint,West,,go West. Perhaps it’s for the best if we allgo out and get a test or is ignorancethe bliss you seek?…

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Nods off occasionally

Saturday nightand we’re all staying home,right? Outside,the air is as crisp as a new fivepound note,as I wrote that I realised the notes arenot crisp anymore,they’re tacky and plasticky anddownright nasty, but warm indoors by the firewith wine to test and to tire me,and with a goodnight kiss to the familyhe drifts away quite dreamily…

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The ants in amber

You want to shrug it off,but do you think thatyou’re big enoughto beat this on your own? are we there yet,get set, go.nowe are not andnowhere near, last year, that past year has cast fear upon this year,can you see a pattern emerging?seemingly endless funding,gatherings shunned inthe media, allbecoming social pariahs,liars in the government?they really…

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Backlit

‘..the Greta Garbo home for wayward boys and girls..’ On another dayfar awayyou could find meat the Kirkland Hotelornear the baywatching the waters swayknowing that life ticks awaywhatever we do. and Manfred Mann playing in the background…

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