Long weights

Someday it’ll be that Monday and we’ll all be set free, back to the prisons of penury, the sanctimonious would use the word parsimonious because penury isn’t dainty, let them paint me a cross upon the door where I live God doesn’t give a toss and I’m at a loss as to how to explain…

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Just the ticket

I’m writing a piece of happiness filled up to the brim with goodness, I think we all need an infusion of what they call delusion. Smiling my way through the day and then the police come to tow me away as if I’m a wreck, but I am at their beck as they call thus…

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Wafer thin walls

And look, lots of room in here for doom and gloom and yet we fear the refugee, I think we are the refugee, the searcher looking for the shore. Under a sun that does not shine, you’ll see a face and that face is yours and mine. But we do make more room for doom…

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Spring clean #64

If we live that long however long that might take we might make some progress whatever that is and that is that. Monday on the merry-go-round got to work and earn a pound going on the underground where most things are hidden from view. I want to stay in bed want her to lead me…

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Hobbies

I press wildflowers she presses me to her breast, know which one I like the best? yes you guessed right…

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Under pressure

The jet stream someone and their idea of a wet dream. I’m going Awol taking a bottle and finding a grassy knoll not looking at Dallas although Dulles is looking for me. Even in hindsight my eyesight is not right. I tried catching rainbows shows to me that I might be going crazy instead of…

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One more

It can’t be but I see it can, Monday is here the weekend’s down the pan. steady, steady I will rise in time and get ready, oh seriously! she nudges me at 04:33 coffee?…

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Bitten

Eden’s overgrown Adam’s gone and God’s been overthrown, Eve sits on the throne now with serpents at her feet, her world almost complete. a bit like this piece of almost but not quite done…

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Freelancing

You’re invited to those parties which become your new tomorrows filled with happiness and tragedy, overflowing with the sorrows in your heart, and the music jumps from eight-track to the latest in fidelity, but you can see the incongruity of being blessed with second sight, When I wallow in self pity I need no one…

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Nothing is fair

I shouldn’t be here I should be back there taking part in the weekend, but Monday smacks me sideways and knocks me off the chaise, I’ll spend the day knee-deep in work and have no time to lounge or laze, nothing’s fair at all…

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in loco parentis

My attention span is barely long enough to bridge the gap between two firing neurons, (John’s on one) but long enough to traverse the universe, I build atoms, sink fathoms and lay cables on the seafloor, jump canyons with abandon to make atoms on which to build on, Sometimes like usually most times and at…

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Self motivation

It’s that day we all say it’s Monday unless it’s still Sunday and it could be somewhere. I’m awake now and ready for what this day brings. It’s got to be that if you start it right at the end of the night before the day breaks you before the passage of time makes you…

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EPNS

I struggled through the statuesque, the picturesque, the beautiful, the grotesque and arrived untarnished from the lies their pictures told. fight them every day and fight them any way you can. I watched an orange sun bob on a turquoise sea, watched and all for free no pretence there to be anything other than what…

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It feels like it’s Monday

Late in the night and still writing stopping only for a moment to let the cat out and wondering why I never find it in a bag. Sometimes stepping outside on the balcony thinking of jumping but watching the scenery, life has a way of making one stay. If I frown the moon, who’s an…

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Turning points

Shapes become shapeless and the shapeless are the homeless on the pavements that undress them and put them to bed, reforming and naming the nameless if reforming’s the word or reshaping the ones that are shapeless making the idea of homelessness absurd would if we could be ideal. there’s a countdown to the shantytown and…

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And Monday begins

Time to get my groove on get up and get a move on, oh shit! the groove doesn’t fit the move’s too tight I must have put some weight on whilst gorging on the night…

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No escape from Monday

I was thinking my way through it and before I knew it, I was through it only to find that I’d been on rewind and he starts all over again…

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Conductor

Lights out pay your fares the last ride’s begun now say your prayers. If the time of revelations is upon me I need another fifteen minutes for a look-see, you can call me Thomas, but I’ve been called so many names. Sheets of lightning bolts of blue and where are you? busy on facetime under…

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..and relax

Surely we’re better than this, scurrying about like piss ants as if we’ve got to big for our short pants tell me it’s so. I need a reviver someone comes over with a Cuba libre just what I need a rush to the head,…

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A moment in a Monday

To have undone what would have become before it became or to undo who you are and start over again. Life, playing the long game…

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