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Tag Archives: friday
‘a golden age’
what page is Boris on? more to the point from which book is he reading? The eye of the beholder lays bleeding, the socket, like his pocket is empty and that’s the same as the promises they make before they take everything away…
Matching pairs
Why do we fall in love? we do so because we believe that love conquers all, is that fall full-on enough for you? Where the oceans in your eyes begin beguiles me and I am beside myself with joy when at times she smiles at me, why do…
When it’s time
Couldn’t sleep could not eat could not keep the hours and the powers that be decided he and as you know he means me, should go. I went willingly as if will alone was willing me on. ‘Advance and be recognized’ as if anyone else would want to set eyes…
Plus one
The World crashes and no one bats an eyelid except for me. I did, Facebook crashes and they’re wailing at the wall, fearing for the fall of man. Well, God help us all at the end as we drown in memes when Twitter seems to be the better option…
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Crossing my fingers crosses my mind as I leave it and hope for the best and the best you can do is, cross your fingers too. Picasso came back to paint the sky black I preferred it when it was blue. Trying to recover, uncover, discover the truth and it…
Lounging
We only scratched at the surface where the mirror broke through water, watching distorted reflections as they cavorted with memories, Life drowns us in the luxury of not thinking we’re dying. And here we are drinking a beer at some bar and wondering what we do now. It’s going home time on the Central…
Splinters
Who then the policemen what come lock you away? Send me serpents snakes in the grass and die hard cowboys to head me off at the pass. Friday wrecks take a selfie and text your status as living the dream. But what about Babylon, Avalon. William Tell or Little John? all lost in translation,…
Psalm 84a
I thought it would be nice to kiss her, not once but twice and I was right. When the night closed in and imagination opened up, ‘my cup runneth over’…
Friday
I saw them play at Wembley, watched them lose. The runners up do not get a cup, but it’s the taking part that makes the heart stir. I should have asked her because she would have known like she knew me…
Page
And the old man with arthritis, he can’t half write us some poetry, a gammy leg one gammy knee, but his written words have the kiss of a honey bee and they hit the spot, I’d like a pint of what he’s got, failing that I’ll just read on…
Phantoms
A dark rum and coke and cigarette smoke, she jokes, you’ll be the death of me…
Urban
And it doesn’t take a genius to see how much they hate on us. The collaboration. It was an exploration of what could be, but it got lost along the way. The dizzying heights oh we were burning the lights most nights, now It’ll turn into a memory remembered kindly. And behind me there are…
Five more minutes
Trying to find a reason to get out of bed, failing. setting my sights to the lowest setting sounds like a good idea, I might sleep or I might not didn’t get a lot last night but I suppose ( which I suppose I have to) that I’ll grab a coffee nab a copy of…
For hire
Available? absolutely. Who’s going to shoot me a line? This is a rehearsal before the performance I take my chance and play to an empty auditorium, Is this an audition or just a transitional state I am in? Reality never looks real to me it must be something to do with optometry or maybe it…
In the early light
The day woke with me spoke to me laughed at me like Loki and the hairline crack that sucks the day black and back to the night closed tight. By the way Friday is, but I’m not sure what…
Presto
Do some magic trick my eyes, is that rabbit real? She disappears only to reappear at the back of my puzzled mind…
Wreckage
Time and I’m stuck, struck dumb, plumb unlucky, but there’s always the chime to remind me of time, the clock, ( bodily speaking) is wreaking havoc on this weakling, seeking solace in the bottle until last orders are called…
Joins
This is not about me but it should be because who else could see the reconnect. I am traveling light. ‘Come to bed eyes’ heavy with sleep. Here you can’t find me and it’s no never mind because he is a lost cause. Crisis? stick your head in the sand and it all goes away…
Butterflies
Bri-nylon and polyester yesterday. we did wear them sta-prest string vest tank tops pop socks went to town looking for all the world like half a crown and change for chips on the way home, if I listen carefully I can still hear my dad groan when he saw us, ‘you look like the fairy…
