The inevitable being delayedand mebeing somewhat dismayedthatwhat was on the table was lessthan the truth,decide to suck it uppucker up and waitfor the end…
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The ripples of reflection
As dreams migrateso should we.Icould have gone to searounded the capeused a compass todecide my fatebutI stayed on landwatching the second handsweepmy life before it,andthat which we wanted which wasn’t to be,I should have forgotten about herand gone to sea…
…and then there were none
There’s a map but I can’t see how far,I write a note in my diary as an aide-memoirewhich is as far as it goes because I promptlyforget. We have to get there soonthe days are getting shorterand the nights a bit colder. In the valleyhumanity shimmerslike a dragonfly’s wings inthe gatherings by the river. I…
Under new management
This is the age of enlightenmentthe tighten your belt and sleepwell in your tentage,these are the new city bluesthe drugs we abusethe people we usethe drinks that confusethe fights only bruise usbutsomeone will paint usand we’ll hang in a gallerycondemned by the judiciaryis everyone getting me?…
Farm life
Back in the barnand spinning a yarnbut before I self harmsomeone closes the door, everyone wants to get out of itand we’ll all go because of itisn’tthis what we’re waiting for? I’ve done it beforeinside the barn andflush with the floor,it’s no great shakeseverything breaks withthe dawnandthen we are born…
I woke and this dropped out
According to Facebook,todayI have only a few memoriesto look back on,I crack onandthink what a carry onwhere have my memories gone? And I wonder,do I really rely uponthat which is so oftenwrong? I can hear whistling,it’s probably my brain boiling, you can’t ask Polly to put the kettle onthose days of a woman and her…
Waiting for the music
seems that we can’t undowhat’s already been undone I thought I’d tell you, but you know,when the stars stop explodingthis is the time we part and youmust go tie up our promises in memoriestie up our souls with the farewelllet loose our tears in silken handkerchiefsright or wrong I think we know which one,but for…
Found
Do not forget the outcastfor they’ll outlast us all. I’d still be in a rut,but for the intervention.and not by Jesus or hisacolytes, but by normal folkwho know howto make and take a jokeand tell you straightjust like the lady didin 308( a previous address ) In the beginningas in the endwe need to findourselvessometimes…
Random #17
And still the daffodils bloomedheedless of the virus,allsolo efforts and yet in concertlike some great orchestraplaying for the masses. I think it’s slightly Lowry…
Full beam
Not a superhighwaybut a motorwaynot that it matterseither wayit’s just another meansof getting to whereand I do believewe’re getting there. The journey is often longerthan the roads you travelalonga wise man once told me. It is sometimes off the beaten’where you meet themgolden momentsandI am glad to sayI’ve met a few among the meadows,drinking in…
Friendly fire
On the scale of one to fail we know that bail will not be set, the courtroom is a circus the clowns are in the whitehouse and the jugglers are in the big house waiting for the intake. Democracy’s being fucked by the fat guy in the tux’ If you speak out you’ll be rubbed…
Ruin
I expected to see the stovepipe hats, the no smoking, no joking brigade of religion and that’s the truth. I saw instead the bed unmade, the lawmen too tired to move on a raid, men moving along with their dope for the bong which stands rigid at twelve on the clock. No preaching now no…
I should have been a Bedouin
Coffee before a shower or shower before a coffee? a bit like i before e unless it’s after a C exceptions apply and they always do. It’s a lovely day for a day locked in wondering what can I read? definitely need coffee. Anyone else having anxiety dreams?…
This n that
Hang off the rafters go out with a bang and for afters there’ll be darkness unless you leave the lights on Shy for a guy is anathema girls will stand by and they’ll laugh atya and no one likes that. Monday the day is just starting but it feels like we are departing I’m climbing…
The square
Back to Soho where everyone’s got a story to tell, some speak of a haven they’ve found others talk of a hell. My story’s available in all good second-hand shops cheap at half the price and just by chance it is half the price, but the price I paid for it cannot be counted in…
What time is it?
How are things grabbing you now that the shit’s hit the fan? ..and it came to pass. The wolves of society were not drugs or the homeless, not cigarettes nor lack of sobriety they were in fact viruses which attacked the roots. Call out to your Mama, don’t let me fall. And now we’re isolated…
Ink splatter
Disinformation misinformation what in tarnation is going on? Medication education isolation procrastination what in tarnation is going on? Solitary solo she’s eaten the last Rolo can things get any worse…
It always begins at the end
What awaits me at the gates of the garden of Gethsemane? she won’t tell if it’s heaven but says it could be hell and yet I know that both are true, you who hide in the shadows of shadows, the anonymous Judas know it is so. Not even Sunday and the sermons are mounting even…
n.n.n.n nineteen
Fear of the unknown, see how the fear has grown, but the fear that we feared is the fear we have known all our lives. I’m tired of playing games praying to gods with a thousand different faces and even more names I want to rest, what’s that under the bed? it’s only dust a…
Isolated
It’s still dark so how can I see if it’s really me? The monsters are on Diconal or Tryptanol and all I get is Tylenol, Everything is relative but that is not a sedative. I think I’ll make more coffee…
