What we need is an escape podpainted blazin’ red like a hot rodto sod off out of here. can you smell that fearfeel it tingle down your spine? one more timewhat we need is an escape pod…
Tag Archives: friday
Tight corners
There’s not much room to manoeuvrein this air of doom and whatever,we need to clear our headsand get over it. Bit by bit we’ll all be lit andsome will sit on the sidelinesmoaning about the hard timeswhile others will just get on with it.andeven if doom is in the airbeingalive is being halfway therewe can…
This place
I think,oh really?wellit’s Friday andyou’re excused. bemused and befuddled( what words we use )cuddled upsnuggled inFriday won’t beginuntil the trumpet sounds. ask Jericho…
Silver bullet
Life before and life before even then. this is the end, the weak end,the weekend when men seekand seldom find, these are the lines on my palmwhere my future is written. well,the usual will usually be that. Friday could be,the pessimist would disagreesee,is that usual? changing?we all areand somebecome Medusa,somewhat of a legend. In a…
Bridges not included
This impotency where lockdown shows no clemency, will most certainly be the death of me, probably. Hedging the bet because I’m not there yet…
Saluting the flag
When the abyss looks more inviting than the life you think you’re living it’s time to hand your cards in. Deep? not as deep as the abyss…
The test tube
Yesterday, reading writing spending the night in, Today reading writing might go out or stay in, think I am melting and not felt like this in ages,…
Sinking below the skyline
How do you juggle the struggle when you’re on the edge of the stage and just what are we struggling for? going under is not too bad hard to breathe but we get over that. Harking back, tilling the land filling the land a shilling in your hand and suddenly you’re the King’s man no…
Jumping the advertising hurdle
It’s hard to get excited over a stainless steel fruit juicer, but so shiny so sleek it made me go weak lockdown’s killing me with things like triviality wonder what else I’ll see that’s shiny…
Breakfast menu.
renaissance with croissants. Unlimited tea…
Day trippers and single tickets
It’s good if you only think you’re going mad but bad if you really are. There’s nothing there nothing in mad it’s just a place to go think we all know that don’t we? Attracted to the flame some go back again some stay forever never coming back I don’t blame them…
Sepia
Wondering how I managed to get through and repair the damage, friends, I think of many lost and found most of them underground. Time and wondering how it heals. And sometimes it feels like I am or maybe I am not maybe all I’ve got are memories…
When the devil holds court
On account of it being of no account no amount of accounting can mount up the debts that are due and you’ll think no no it can’t be true my debts are paid in full. well well the books that they hold dwell on your past shadows cast and the last things you did. so…
Labour day comes with a red flag
Skating on thin ice! who’d dare do that? we only crawl on broken glass waiting for the storm to pass and with masks in case of mustard gas we can’t see much ahead. It’s not a war it is a war what else is a recovery for? it’ll get better so we wait and while…
..as the crow flies
Not talking walking just here doing nothing, closed, my eyes turn inward and look out on an inner universe, if this is death then it’s quite a busy place…
Cartunes
Friday and the sun pops up which is a good omen for an old ‘un. The sky’s a bit Simpsons but so is Stratford, at least it’s not South Park and Kenny won’t die today…
When the mountain calls
Untamed hair and shaggy beard, it’s like the sixties came back and bit you which is fine if you’re looking for a quick fix or a few trips but this is the twenty-first and we’re coming in third. The dark ages seemed much lighter. Cut and run? well, I would do, but that’d be really…
Not what it seems to be.
Not what it seems to be. We got to get hooked up to the detonator and get ready to pull the plugs. Dragged down tagged and bagged we’re being shipped out, dissent and you’re screwed agree and they’ll use you. We need the locks off the shocks on, open the blocks up and we’ll be…
Cheerfully bright
The rain washes everything away except for the tins, now empty but once full of drunken dreams leaving grey streets splashed with their colourful names, sun glinting off aluminium rings and a bird sits on the branch of a dead tree and sings like only a bird can a tin can an old man listens,…
Oh fabulous, it’s Friday
what shall we do today? first things first let us pray for the doctors the nurses bad poets, worse verses. done you can clap now or preferably save your claps until Thursday. Now what? walk to the bathroom the kitchen the lounge, back to the kitchen looking to scrounge a cookie or two, coffee on…
