It could be worse

has it all ‘gone to the dogs’ are you ready and waiting to ‘pop your clogs’ or are you weaseling out? We all run to seed except them bloody joggers, they run for a need, but I’ll be jiggered if I know just what that need is. Running to fat when you run to be…

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Its been a long day

I write to remember what I should forget and then forget to remember to forget and then I get confused and write some more, but I remember what I had for breakfast in Saltdean on the fourteenth of August 1972 which worries me to death, well, perhaps not death but somewhere very close to it…

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Him and I

    Talks in Aramaic paints in acrylic, a mixture of language and time in his hands.   Stands in the corner watches the curvature, the universe he spies never lies.   Building scale models of historical figures from matchsticks he found in the ashtrays of tutors.   And you’ll make a fuss, say that…

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Thyroid

all dealing off the bottom of the deck, politicians ought to swing by the neck. This is not a political post, it’s just a lamppost that I’m leaning on, because George Formby’s gone dontya know. I also played dominoes with ‘Fats’ he’s gone too and that’s that, basically which all ingredients are made from is…

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Average Joe

Conscious of my surroundings and au fait with the situation I work within a formation of ideas. It is not what I see it is what it could be that intrigues me. The missionary commissions me to write for his magazine, but I’ve been there and done it, rose and rode through it while some…

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