Kimchi is not an actress

Aversion therapy must be good for me, in the social mist and I’m not even drunk (pissed was too obvious) It’s going well. Forget about the holidays, in fact, forget all the days between here and the exit to the social haze. There is no magic bullet no money tree, just my leg and you…

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Ripped off Van

Whatever happened to the Filofax, to Max Headroom, and the oil boom? I must have have been asleep because they disappeared in the face of technological advancement leaving me with outdated equipment, electrical cars and a yen for old comedy shows, thankfully, though sleeping I kept myself primed, just need to catch up and match…

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Lost in the spaces

Even as a change occurs the change changes again from this to that to something and nothing remains of the change that it changed from, everything is being erased, remade, reformed, the citadel of those halcyon days has been stormed by invaders that made changes. I’m changing too, not sure into what or who but…

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Meaningless

So sometimes it’s like wanting to be full of empty and if the vacancy arises only to tempt me should I decline the invitation? anyway, empty is okay, nothing to get in the way of nothing when there’s nothing but emptiness. and sometimes when you’re empty and want to be full feeling the pull of…

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Shadows

This isn’t anything to write home about so I’m writing it here, it’s bonfire night, as if bonfires could light my way as I pick through the deadness of my own lost soul. But I come to terms with it and learn to live with the lack of it. nothing to write home about…

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More perceptions

    What was the slip? the hop and skip the trip or just a blip on the radar?   How far did it go was I there do I know?   She, told me later.   I drank lemonade but it was Scheherezade who drank me in   I tried to begin again, the…

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Lost decades

Can anyone tell me what it means when you have dreams within your dreams and the dreams are of dreaming dreams. I am stuck so it seems in the cycle of dreams within dreams trying to hang on to the seams of my life. Who knows how the story goes and how does it end?…

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186,282 and a bit per second

At the speed of light the need for light is redundant. a flash of inspiration just to ease the darkness of my situation and I am vacant in the columns that march on Gaul. So much passes, past and what time is it now? am I nearly there? should I wear a suit, a shirt…

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The pixel collators

They’ll try to overwrite me with what they say’ll delight me, not bleedin’ likely says I. There’ll be no final curtains for these internal workings no not bleedin’ likely says I. That movement afoot is ready to kick me from pillar to post and the most I could hope for has already left by the…

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The pyramid fixer

Using the art of triangulation I plot what I think’s my position, the universe thinks differently and expands my point of view. The creator, a failed realtor or what? Celestial snooker. To lose one world is unfortunate and so on and so on, but it goes on and in the end it will end nothing…

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When is it time to go home?

At least the coffee’s hot and understands me unlike today that just backhands me, Is it too early for a glass of wine? My life gets stuck on tic tac toe a no win, no win, no point to go on, but I go on because I’m an awkward cuss. I saw the universe come…

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Sinking sideways

Unoccupied, nine parts vacant one light on. the picnic is over the sandwiches gone. I got my self lost in the looking for more and what more was the question at Oliver’s cost? Too much book learning burning the midnight oil, flames black and smoky choke me. I try to fill the space between my…

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One grain

If this is a victory then let me entertain you with poetry in the aftermath where I lose but who’s never done that for a bet? Underwater photography is not for me, but I’m sinking in silver and the moonlight’s a sliver, like a fish in the river back home. Lost again in a different pain,…

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