Head full of cotton wool

I woke with a start but did not want to begin. Now to face the day, how to face the day?another task, one more mask to mask thepain of doing, doing the same again. Everything’s out to test meexcept for coffee becausethat’s my bestieand we all need friendsdon’t we?…

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What time is it?

How are things grabbing you now that the shit’s hit the fan? ..and it came to pass. The wolves of society were not drugs or the homeless, not cigarettes nor lack of sobriety they were in fact viruses which attacked the roots. Call out to your Mama, don’t let me fall. And now we’re isolated…

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Before the coffee kicks in

What if, we’re just simulations running in the background of a cosmic fairground? probably not likely but if you’re like me then you wonder. The universal traffic lights, the stars that twinkle in the nights and can you tell me, anyone, who’s seen stars shine in the daytime? Programmed to roam across the screen we…

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That Sunday

Wake yawn stretch, I should have taught Fido to fetch the coffee. Sunday, limber up to hunker down to sing those praises and him in the crown on the cross, is, they say the boss. Well it’s a grey day like someone who painted by numbers couldn’t count beyond the rainbow, she wants more tea,…

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Filling up with beans

Sunken submerged in the bed and then I woke scraped my eyes from the back of my head and thought, no! thought isn’t the right word because before coffee there is no thought there is just an automatic response it’s the system in play and even though Saturday looks fresh and fun and full of a…

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Caffeine and I

It’s usually thataway but it could be thisaway and anyway any way is a good way on a good day and Friday is a good day when Monday is a Bank Holiday…

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It lives

It’s four twenty in the morning plenty of time to write this, I’m yawning but only because it’s four twenty in the morning. The coffee helps me to see almost like glasses oh really? then as each minute passes and I see more clearly I become nearly human another oh really? Tuesday’s the day and…

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Cinder toffee

Coffee’s done and I’m about to be, Werk or work when I put my glasses on passes all understanding. if it’s the opium of the working class I should abstain. But I’ll go again what else? perhaps I like the pain or maybe it reminds me that all that glitters is usually hoar frost. Lost?…

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Square bottles

The chicory coffee sounded good to me a little bit ‘Camp?’ well, maybe, but who could blame me for having two cups?…

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When is it time to go home?

At least the coffee’s hot and understands me unlike today that just backhands me, Is it too early for a glass of wine? My life gets stuck on tic tac toe a no win, no win, no point to go on, but I go on because I’m an awkward cuss. I saw the universe come…

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Wishlists

It was the Summertime in Amalfi where sweet love and sweet wine flowed freely. In the monastery which was once San Pietro della Canonica and now is the Hotel dei Cappuccini we had cappuccino and then had to go to the Piazza dello Spirito Santo…

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Latte to go

It pushes the buttons and the engine’s okay but the wheels won’t turn. I know people like that like a cold flat white nothing there to write about moving on. Life’s a juggle between the King and the Queen. Trying cappuccino and that makes the engine go but the wheels will still not turn and…

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Unnecessary details

I could play violin for you or knock out a hymn or two just give me a clue what you’d like. A gravy boat sailed at dawn into the eye of a storm and that was the day Jesus was born, coincidence? She winks at me thinks I’m Nijinsky and plays the piano like Rachmaninov…

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The fairy tower

You might have to break the glass but the window of opportunity is there.   The wishing well had a silver bell.   I obeyed instructions carefully laid out, wished my wish and watched my life being played out on a forty inch, high definition, state of the art shopping cart, not what I wished…

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