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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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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The truth is

You sign up to Linkedin because you like to poke your nose in to other people’s business. I’m in Linkedin, I clocked in got locked in and now I’m thinking of how to get out…

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ta da

introducing Monday. it’s rain, she said, not rocket science, but it’s Monday and how can that be? she tortured me with tales of precipitation, cloud formation, when all I wanted was a hot cup of tea. Monday is like the prodigal mostly wonderful and sometimes magical at times I can’t wait to see it return…

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Royal blue

Does any butterfly ever dream of being a Monarch? The midnight maids wear pastel shades and slippers made from Irish Lace, there was one and she caught my eye whilst I was out on the.verandah and by the jacaranda tree we kissed, we kissed and flew away…

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Remote

Today is depressing it’s like someone is pressing the levers to move all my limbs and I have lost control. The doctor said you’ve got catarrh I laughed, haha, I know that’s in the Middle East. And it’s raining which is rapidly draining my battery, luckily I can recharge. but that’s not the point, oh…

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Moanday

Filleted fish? remind me of a pirate flag, bones, init? too many of ’em whatever happened to craftsmen? come to think of it, whatever happened to filleters? probably all down the ‘cricketers’ quaffing ( which is a great word) real ales, telling tall tales of the one that got away…

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They’re coming from somewhere and going to somewhere and I’m in the middle of nowhere, but that’s fine by me, it’s just a something and nothing to get upset about. It’d be raining and that’s why I am slightly off centre, there’s a dent in the circle the world’s gone awry I’m dry though thanks…

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Wishbones

Perhaps it’s a mistake maybe if I go to sleep and reawake it won’t be Monday…

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Trips around the circle

  If I had… ..yeah, yeah a penny for every time.. ..well I’ve heard that one before, but you haven’t and you’re still poor.   My poverty is someone’s riches! and I’m still thinking about that,     These are states of mind and we all have them when we want them and sometimes even…

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Patches over the patches

What happens when ‘the lights go out and the clocks don’t chime’ Any other time we’d bury our heads in the sand and close our eyes, but surprise surprise this isn’t any other time it’s five minutes to midnight and if we don’t get it right now, how are we going to survive?…

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Open 9-5 except for weekends

    There’s the thrift shop and that’s the pop the weasel shop,   this is the high street a bit down on its luck and these are the councilors who don’t give a fuck.   (Grammarly suggests I put a question mark after fuck, so I did, fuck, off Grammarly)   I am wondering…

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Monday

      The way that the day cuts the night from the sky making it into one huge apple pie, summer mornings are the why of it,   City noise, where Jackhammers sound like woodpeckers and sirens like.. well sirens like the cops are coming,   someone let the sun out and it come…

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Filling in the blanks

  Snow and Jalapeno hit them hard but take it slow, them things kills you don’t you know? and Grammarly puts up a flag makes it kill instead of kills but if I’ve been killed a thousand times that’s a lot of kills, init Grammarly?…

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Nothingness tastes like strawberries

  If I am carried off in a golden chariot to those Elysian fields, it will only be because they’ll have mixed me up with some saintly soul. They all lie, they’ll tell you sixty is the new thirty but you’ll still die and shortly they’ll tell you what you want to hear and you…

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Ponytails

  I shall untwist this week until Friday, the spider says, not if I get my way. Looks like we’re all caught up trying to play catch up, I’m trying to patch up the holes in my schemes…

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Subtitled

You do not abandon the house you once lived in, this mansion that is us lasts forever.   so whatever whenever the reaper gets nearer you will always be home wherever you are…

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