Seas of Saturday

This is the last drop off, the countdown’s begun to the great rip off and yet we’re still getting on for the ride. Perhaps we’ll learn when cities burn and the fat lady sings to the moon, something tells me that won’t be happening soon, too many cops and too many spooks watching us while…

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The autopsy turvy

That sinking feeling sixty fathoms down below under the ocean where sleeping giants go. done it, woke up on a sea bed with my eyes popping out of my head, swallowed salt with Davy cried save me when only the dead could hear me, and no one near to see a drowning man…

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The flattened circle

The shortest day that led me away into the longest of the longest nights, the sound that bites as my thoughts invite me to take a promenade down memory lane, but I’m back again and presently correct. It didn’t start out this way and to be honest this didn’t feel like the shortest day however…

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Being awake

no great shakes I’ve been awake before but I slept for almost an ever which is two points adrift of a forever. There are forty two cracks in the ceiling not counting the ones I’m unsure of, sometimes there are shadows like lovers in the back rows of cinemas from long ago, mainly memories. but another…

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