I’ve seen Jerusalem full of Holy Men and Babylon where some had gone to let off steam, this I have truly seen. Truth. If every parable had been edible they could have fed more. just saying as I do something that you already knew.. ..and I’ve known Catholics with Kalashnikovs Protestants with nine mil glocks…
Ambulance case
He was rocking to and fro so he had to be Jewish or crazy or was I being lazy in not asking? Multi tasking not my forte not even at sixty when I’m in the slow lane waiting in line for a Zimmer frame invented by (and here I’m just guessing but with a name…
Anything out there?
I believe in nothing therefore I believe in something even if that something is nothing. this is like politics word viagra mind tricks skating fluid on the oil slicks nothing sticks and that’s something. I want a beer she wants De Beers, diamonds or porter? we water it down and go off into town…
French leave
The slight whisper her breath my little death and every time that I die I try harder to live…
Cranky old man
These young kids look for but don’t get it thinking Netflix, boosting kicks from butane, got no patination not old enough but the last generation seen it and deem it reprehensible that secondary modern education fails them because now they think they’re sensible brawling on Friday night crawling home Saturday morning, they have razors to…
Livin’ the dream
I could have been a John Doe but you know I survived, I think I characterise ‘true grit’ with a little bit of fakery only making me human and at blood pressure I’m quite normal…
On the never never
The traffic cam’s on Peter Pan but he flew on through the red. and it was Wendy led me down the path but I went willingly. One day when this has run its course, the well being dry I’ll take this horse to water. The lesson taught taught me well, well as well as it…
The merrymaker
Mortality’s a dying art once we start there is an end. Most tend not to think of death even when every breath they take takes them closer to the close. Who knows things may change or maybe not I’ve got a soft spot for the doubters the hand wavers the shouters, but living’s still a…
That Picasso thing
Exciting in its complexity and when it hits you its simplicity astounds you when all around you people search their whole lives long for that one song and the heart already knows it and you’ll know it too when, A: it reverberates B: it concentrates your mind and C: you will find it in all…
There once was…
“There once was an ugly duckling” which tasted exactly the same as the other prettier ducklings. on that note I bid you all g’nite early to bed and early to rise makes John happy, bright and gay all day, well maybe not gay but certainly happy and bright…
The rest home
I like the woodshed, a smell of wet putty and dead paint, but they wheel me out occasionally for a function and it blows the cobwebs off me although I no longer care. Once I was the cream of the crop and now, just yesterdays fare. It seems the seams have come away, afraid now…
Weather
A shower of hail, words fail me I dry up…
Shopping sideways
The first thing you hear is, ‘are you looking for God’ my answer is, no I am looking for a way out and not to the car park. A stark reminder if that’s what it takes that you only find Jeezus when everything else what you believed was in life breaks. These are the dangerous…
Drinking the Nile
Horus without his eyes could see the lies that told untruths to him but felt the seed grow deep within that pinned hope to his heart and sin? the many or the few knew what the riddle was, the sphinx not being one of them. I was one among the many men who travelled chaotic…
The rum punch
What you can do if you can is get through this as a man. Easier than it sounds when the ground’s always opening up to swallow you and you want people to follow you? you must be joking. if you look good you’ll do good and I could believe what I’ve read, if I sat…
Intravenous
A good friend goes on to the end and doesn’t drop out half way through. I knew some of them men who were some of the best men You could wish for for friends. They say It all ends when the fat lady sings but give me the wings and I’ll fly to a different…
What if it’s a blank screen
And all that we’ve done has been for nothing what if it’s an empty place how will we face the truth that religion was just a way of keeping us in check? Just a sec a blank screen could mean that we paint our own hereafter What would you paint? The laughter of children enjoying…
Dream
It’s a virtual reality which is good enough for me…
Watching events unfold
Back in the nursery back for a cursory look at what passed between then and the here now a mobile turns no child ever learns from this except how to be dizzy. Off to the playground as the mobile turns round, here and then and we become men as we’re all bound to do. Busy…
Games
Low class no class do not pass go. Monopoly will topple me they’ll build a hotel on top of me, and then the moguls will take a pop at me take their best shot at me and that’s why I make the community chest my last stop…
