Purgatory blue

But what if we never came backand end up as groove in a trackon a record that’s stuck in the twenties? there’d be no moreno ever afterjust scratches on parchmentdevoid oflife and love and laughterandwhat if we never came back?is it worth it to try something newwhen nothing is who we become? I hate poets…

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Oxford

Not the outer limits but the inner rings of quantum fantasy, futuristic?a bit like Star Trek used to beboldly goingquantumly…

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Square peg

Sometimes on Mondaylike this Mondaywhich will be last Mondaynext MondayI’m tired before I fit in…

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Fit for something

He just wants to lay on the beachwith his belly so fat he can’t see toteach his toes how to tingleand then wonders whyhe’s still a single guy. The gymnasium’s next to the aquariumbut he’s a fish out of watercan’t breathe at the thought ofexercise. One day the tide will come inattached to a fuckin’…

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Cell block

Feeling like a thousandwonderingshould I put my blouse onor could I stay in bed all day? I’m told that coffee is an ‘upper’but I am on my second cuppafeeling down. This is how it will go. I’ll pray for some enlightenmentwhile tightening my leather beltwhenJesus is on furloughthere is nowhere else to go. Fed up…

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Falsetto

When they’re not busy hanging methey’re busy hanging baubles off the branches on a Christmas treeitgives them a meaning, butit’s not Jesus leaning on a lampostat the corner of whatever streetand that’s the street upon whichI’ll meet,and here,I seek some interventionnothing so divineas to make it all sublimejustan answer for the hanged manbefore he does…

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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…

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Old time preacher

When the roll is called andthe bell is tolled and therighteous kneel at the last,I’ll be first in the queue todisappear into the blue andto leave behind what has passed. Still, even asthe dragons roar and breathe out firethere is life in the old dog yet( thanks to the vet ) Quietness has a sound…

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Title’s in the post

Friday?This is just a little dittyit’s a pity, it could be longer,but the days are getting shorterand waging wars against old boreswho just go on and on and on…

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Scrambling eggs

They’re all sick and I’m no longer going to the Teddy Bears picnic, Bugsee grabs me, she hugs me, it bugs me, that’s why I called her Bugsee, see?and she’s immune to everything, she’s made of polyethylene and very easy to keep clean. fishin’s out of the question when the answer is, tidy the bedroom,another…

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Time for my Ovaltine

No one went on a Summer holidayno one’s going on a Christmas break, take some time to let that sink inand start thinking,whatya gonna do with the time that’left to you? Boil an egg? go aheadbreak a leg,go hiking, bikingdietingrioting,lots of things for you to dowith all the time that’s left to you…

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Dry port

We decant ourselves into something else and turn into someone else who we don’t know,maybe it’s best just to stay in the lamp…

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Pilgrimages

We never dug deep enough, wept long enough or hard enough because it was hard enough to get past the mountain of stuff that had built up around us, so we sank into the trough of not enough where not enough became too much and understood that even enough would never be enough because we…

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Random #78

Just guinea pigson styrofoam wheelsfalling to bitsisn’t that how it feels? Cats in a box orrats in a mazethat’s how we’ll end upspending our days, Ben and Jerry’s on speed dialburgers on the grillbourbon in the backroom withthe boys beginning to chill…

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Blurred

Lipstick lines on a tear stained facelook back at me from the mirror and myhair’s out of place, who am I?twenty-five cents to the dollar? follow me for miserycome to watch the showit’ll only last ten minutesbut we all know time goes slow. ps,the lipstick’s on the mirrornot on mebut things can change so quicklyand…

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Lockdown lobotomy

My brain explodes at least twice a daymy ears become deaf and my mouth has no say, my eyes open onthis mess I’ve becomehow can I explain thisaway? I have to suck it up andwait it outbut I’ve just about had enough of it, I’m ready to scream and shoutthen my brain explodes again…

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More growing pains

Missing the sea,the crashing of mad wavesonto the shinglethe racing of white horsesthat makes my body tinglemissing the sea. Inside of methe oceans call relentlesslyand then mum calls me in for teaand I slowly paddle ashore…

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Broadsheets on Broad Street

They used to stand on street cornersselling their favoursfor a few dollars,yesvending machines arefrom a bygone age, everything’s twenty four sevenguaranteed by that heaven you’reunlikely to see,becausevice is like popcornyou love it at nightat the cinema, right?and come the morn’it’s all popped awayquite neatly.andyou forget…

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Safety

Have no fear of Winterfor this I have been told,an inferno burns in all of usto keep us from the cold. instead,fear thin ice on the mill pondand the loomthat chatters and groans,fear the ogres and giantsthat grind up all your bones…

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Choices available

We get vaccinatedand before too longit’ll be Chlorinated chicken,try licking your fingersafter that. Suck it and seeandwe can all beKentucky. To vaccinate or not to vaccinatejeez, that’s a poser, you seeif I let them inject me withthe Covid recoverythey might instead load mewith some binary code, she saysI’m being silly…

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