There are lions at the pillars of Herculesand clowns on the road down belowthere’s a marching band playing at Yellowstonewaiting for the geysers to blow, but we know what it’s like to feel all aloneto sit and remember the noiseand what I wouldn’t give to go backand to live my time again with all the…
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The interruption
relics from a bygoneantiques on a road show,the only thing I do knowis that I’m not one of those she hands me the tea-towelI dry the dishes, life goes on…
The breaking of Baxter
Sometimes the phonograph thinks it’s an old photograph and the man in the cape on the bridge is me and sometimes I can be quite obscure like when I’m leaning on the railings blowing kisses at all my failings as I watch them fall away,the wax disc revolves as my own life dissolves into sepia…
What happens if..
The smashing of the heart as it hits the rocks belowand where do dreams go when the tears begin andthen we’re back to Faust or Freud, either tragic or annoyedthat we are in a play, but yesterday we were the script,the words upon the bodies stripped and what fun untilthe sun went down, the curtain…
What else can go Friday
..and when we thought it couldn’t get any…it didandthey hid us away for a month and today they’ll decideif they’re going to hide us again.We must have reached some expiry date in the universal shop of tricks…
The end of the tether
Tired and tied into the wiringwhich in itself is tiring,times are trying,I’m just trying to get some clarity,but everything is higgledy-piggledywhich is fuckeree orso Tyler tells me. I used to be hotnowit’s just the fuses that burnI’m turning it inhaving a gin andgoing to bed…
Numbers
Every link moves in time to the next link in line and the next link moves on to the next and this is how we progress. if we are but a link we are no less than the chain we are in. Trying to decipher a life is a codebreaker nightmare,thereare so many subsets, dubstep’s…
Freeing the radicals
jeezyesterday I was five and now I am sixty-five, well almost and that’s nearly ready to throw it all in and give up the ghost, but before then I shall be fifteen again, oh can you remember how those hormones flew around your system,I can and now they crawl like a baby or more like…
Supper
We wait anywayfor the day to come,for the Sun to run outof time,thinking thenit will be our timeto shine, I wonder…
The winds blow
The fact iswe are all heading that waytowards the one dayand one daywe’ll all get there and those you lose along the wayyou’ll find them againin the one daywhen you get there…
The time may be right
everything passes in the blindnessof nightand the days find yousometimes with blood in your eyesand sometimes with sleep, keep watch on the clockbut never trust it. We all disappear into the hereafterthis minute is gone from us,will time remember us? If what is out thereis really within,there is nothing toworry about…
Clocked
It quickensit slows,time knowsto go at itsown pace…
Life, edit #27
A series ofdays after daysweeks after weeksand year inyear out, there are breakssome commercialothers psychologicalallleading up to thegrand finale, and we all have apart to playin the script. roll credits…
Samson
It takes exceptional courageto carry that emotional baggageor perhaps it’s just bondagewho knows? It’s hard enough to carry yourselfwithout the added weight of thestate you get into. and perhaps it’s only laterwhen you realisethe weight of the worldis not for your shouldersalone…
By the gallon
There’s plenty of mileage in stupidand some stupid go all the way. Some think no contest’s a contestsome doodle on and some prayI’m on the road to redemptionandstupid’s not going my way…
Fulcrum
Middaywhen the shadow of meseems to fade awayI praythat it will soon return…
Above sea level
If I am failing,if that is what’s ailing methen I sit uncomfortablywith death at my side. In the ruins where I strayedwhere I playedI have stayed for too longandtime has abruptly erupted. It’s Sundayand I am practisingmy shiningjust in case‘Jesuswants me for a sunbeam’…
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We will all be prime-time for a timeand then we’ll be switched off. Life is likea programme on the TV setbut only when you geta signal. Series two isdeja-vubut you already knewdidn’t you? In fits and startssome old fartsmanage and make do,but I’m still in theprime-timehaving fun with you…
This life
I suppose it’s just a state of mindsomewhat like Narnia or Lilliput,butyou can never beone hundred centsto the dollar,if you follow me…
In the diary
When they dig up thetwenty-first centuryto relate, such as it was, the historythey’ll thinkit’s a blooming great mysterythat those people survived at all. and now,it’s a ‘..moral obligation..’ send our children to school,when education has nothingto do with it…
