Frosted glass

Looking back on these memories and they all seem faded as if they are fated to be as if memory is meant not to see the darkness but to stay in the light until it fades out of sight and becomes no more…

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Ghost

I know that I’ve said this before I also know it to be true every time I look in the mirror all I can see is you, through the bedroom door I see you in the everyday clothes that you wore in the kitchen which in former days was a happy place all I can…

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Pressure cooker

I have come to this conclusion, that even when you squint at them some men talk in small print and you have to read between the lines. I think we’re being taken by the woe begotten and God-forsaken, I think Whitehall’s faking making, breaking, deals and stealing from the pension pots…

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Medicine men

We need to chill take the red pill, but there’s a blue pill what do we do? chill. Happiness and rapture made in tablet form will catch ya and spirit you away. A pox on all apothecaries for taking away my daily worries, but what does the blue pill do?…

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Moanday

Filleted fish? remind me of a pirate flag, bones, init? too many of ’em whatever happened to craftsmen? come to think of it, whatever happened to filleters? probably all down the ‘cricketers’ quaffing ( which is a great word) real ales, telling tall tales of the one that got away…

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Driving dismays me..(another film title they never used)

I can remember diving into the book and then everything went blank, hours later because I’m a slow reader the torch batteries failed, anyway the day was tramping through the curtains and I got up for school. Running along the banks of the canal thinking it’d be fatal if I fell, I dropped into the…

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Reference point

Doing the gyroscope spinning around in the hope that the world isn’t flat, I couldn’t cope with that. The truth hurts in fits and starts and if you don’t fit in you don’t get a part in the great production. I remain solidly the status quo happy to be with the things and you know…

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Ancient news

Neither shall I give up the ghost because even ghosts have the right to asylum and the ghost’s keeping ‘mum’ because ghosts are not stupid. Lucid? I thought you wanted Euclid, same space, but another time maybe. I’m fighting inertia because Bugner chickened out. there are lots of because’s because that’s what because’s are,…

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The regime

I’m going to stop getting old and I’ll play something else, find another good game on the good game shelf. Just a number they told me but I noticed they only told the old me, rotten bastards,…

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In a pickle jar

Sirens blaring away and I open my eyes still thinking it’s Saturday, I dreamt that Gulliver’s travels was the bible and that disturbed me more than the sirens. Finding Sunday was easy the evangelist drinking holy wine pointed the way, her fingers smoked as if the cigarette was still there, but probably just some memory…

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When the clock strikes the God spot

Almost time to start praying, start saying those things and hope Jesus brings me a present, oh no, wait, that’s Santa I’m thinking of. Sunday though is creeping up and I know it’ll catch me snatch me and I will end up in a church. But there’s still fifteen minutes before the Sabbath time enough…

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The steam man

I thought I was climbing a big ‘un a brick of a chimney in Wigan. and if I dreamed of Dibnah who was after all, a great teacher who could blame me?…

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In the dark

You know how it is how you feel when there’s something but you can’t quite put your finger on it? I think I’m that something. Weird what one thinks don’t you think?…

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Out there

Out there. Even as my pupils contract the universe dilates, altered states become the new rules. Life out there? do we care? we talk of and they may talk about lights in the sky or little grey men I’ve seen them here at night in Westminster, I’d digress, but it only suppresses the immune system…

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You might as well Settle in Yorkshire

and put your feet up by the coal fire, eat the pudding and keep ferrets, alternatively across the way is Lancashire the place that put God on the map and pigeons on the front line. you could spend your time between the two but why would you? If you love rolling hills, Bradford and half-forgotten…

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‘Joe Friday’

I thought that Sambuca was a private eye, thought that I’d read about him, and loved everything that they’d said about him imagine my disappointment when I realised that I’d been duped,…

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Dual circuits

Ipso Facto which is as far as I know the first two words of a children’s rhyme. Time indeed is enough to feed on and leave one feeling empty. Not being but seeing and feeling and fortunate to have found some meaning, but still searching for some more. This day shall stay in my memory…

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Mood swings

It’s the seasonal adjustment the must have in the window the want because it’s Autumn and the need before the shops close. I am frightened of the shadows flitting past the evening door and the ladies of the darkness who want and then want some more and I have nothing left to give them. November’s…

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The penny box

It was the sound that the cork used to make that made the bottle of pop, pop, nowadays they’ll call it all kinds of things, portray it as an elixir that brings you happiness. I wonder what happened to the pop because all we get now is a fizz and to me, that’s feels like…

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Inks on papers

We think we’ll never cope again too much sorrow too much pain, darkness through every doorway we go and we think that, but how do we know? time has an offset to get back on track and life has a habit of changing its tack and suddenly when the sunrise blinds you it is then…

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