The Cumulus are accumulating and like ladies dressed in white they’re waiting, I’m waiting too and the storm is brewing. Are you the hotshot, two tot rum kind of guy, the one who never watches clouds the one who likes to be alone the one who feels quite crowded in a gathering of three? Well…
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The Corona chronicles
As we came in so shall we go out. crying? There have been situations in those vacant columns where we once stood for all the good that did us. On my tombstone please chisel the collected works line by line verse by verse of William Shakespeare and don’t worry I’m in no hurry to take…
Socially disconnected
We all think we’re riding shotgun but we’re really on the run, we’re told the control’s on hold and to keep our distance. Feeling fragile but in a while the meds will kick in keep me ticking which is so sick but acceptable. Safety is Paramount I remember the films now I have films over…
Unexpected in the bedroom
I’m not sure what de-ionised air does for me, but she says that it’s good for me and I have to agree or she’ll beat me up…
For the foreseeable future
The tarot pack holds me back as I reveal yet one more card. And from the Major Arcana I have drawn the magician, the hermit the lovers and the wheel of fortune, I could, given time figure out the meaning alternatively, wait for Madamme to be rid of her cold. I cannot be the Phoenician…
Them
they can’t wait to meet their creator, but not me I say, seeya later there is too much going on and things I wanna do. The week flew by as I ambled along gotta save some strength there’s too much going on. This day is leaving here comes Friday evening, at my age all the…
Final words ( for Friday )
..and now which is almost then, but when wasn’t it? I’ll be asleep soon knowing that the Moon and I are old friends…
Ripped off Van
Whatever happened to the Filofax, to Max Headroom, and the oil boom? I must have have been asleep because they disappeared in the face of technological advancement leaving me with outdated equipment, electrical cars and a yen for old comedy shows, thankfully, though sleeping I kept myself primed, just need to catch up and match…
His Lordship
..and what do I have? two 20p plastic bags from Sainsbury I think he’s taking me for a fool and then the advertisement, Be cool and drink Coors, which in my opinion is shit beer no chance of me drinking it here and here I am, damned if I ain’t an old man, how the…
Watching the sailboats
Because things went wrong, no love in that song he stood once again high upon the aqueduct and as fucked up as he felt he knelt to pray to whoever, whatever and whenever the harps start to play someone somewhere always kneels to pray he was no different, so different, the same as everyone else…
Strands
What we don’t need is a virus that goes viral…
Trampoline Tommy
Death is like when you’re looking at a flashing cursor with nothing in mind, word blind and you think you’re worse off than me? the bottle’s nearly empty and I am still sober I don’t want a tomorrow but the night’s nearly over. I’ve lived this moment for a thousand years ten thousand pages soaked…
Up the garden path
The lamp sheds little light, I really wanted a genie but I got a pig in a poke, these old sayings slay me. Under peeling grey ceilings she has played on my feelings and preyed on my flesh. Dreams do that to you, make you believe the unbelievable convincing you that the voices in your…
Hiking and stuff
The track runs off into a distance that my eyes cannot see, I walk a measured pace, stunted by the shadow that the sun casts, but at last, I reach that distance only to find it was no distance at all, the track runs on. Under the shade of an oak, elm or yew tree…
Relax and exhale
I scraped through the week againand got to the end,pretending I don’t have to do it againpretending the sky is not threatening rainwondering what’s in the pantry to eatshould I go veggieshould I eat meat? whatnots and knick-knacks,I got lots of thempots of themsome sayI got the hots for them,butpatentlyI do not. Still thankful that…
Awaiting my second childhood
The first one went by in the blink of a why did it go so fast? this next one I’ll savour, suck out the flavour and have it with mud pies and snails,…
..and what’s more
Because there’s always more or less and I guess that’s true except when I’m with you then it’s always more and when I’m locked in your searchlights the nights become dangerous, but so good…
Wish list
To disintegrate into the red jelly lens of an orange setting sun and make fun of the day, to play hide and seek until the night makes us weak and to sleep on the point of a star…
Writings on the wrappages of Christmas
The sum of my experience added to the number of times I tried and then divided by those that I knew who died comes under the name of theoretical maths. If only we could add up the sad and the lonely then subtract them from the equation…
Camera crash
I used several filters but the picture looked the same, it must be true that if you’re not a fat bloated, thieving off the working poor capitalist, you’re not included in the game…
