Something in the DNA

I would like to go swimming ina meadow filled with bluebells,an image for the day. but for nowwe’re all swimming against the tidehoping that we don’t go under,but hope is a peculiar fishbest served on a sunnier day. If I could have my waythe bluebells would swayas I splashed through the colour I’m going to…

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The great bear

We only start to live when we start to die and I guess this means from the day we’re born, there is no settling in period unless you count childhood and when you’re very young you can’t count anyway. I count the minutes because I’m old and they’re familiar, like the many stars which I…

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Reads the ingredients and licks the spoon

In the film of my life I play a cameo role, a lost soul looking out from his rabbit hole. When the jet goes through the poodle which looks awfully like a cloud and the poodle dissolves into a puddle I’ll breathe out aloud, but let the puddle rain in Rainham, because Birmingham’s full of…

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The consternation cube

One day and one day and one day at a time at a place I can’t place and a face that’s not mine and one day at a time in a face I can’t face to a place out of line on a line that I sign and the med’s are due to kick in…

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Scotch mist on toast

Shapes, drifting leaves? who believes in the powers of magic? I trick my way in stir the pot they begin to chant. I am or so it is said halfway between life the other half owned by my beautiful wife it leads as it will and I have my fill until my fortune is set…

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