Beachcombers

Sometimes beside the seawhere the sand tickles your toesand our thoughts can run freewe become Kings of the castlesor buried by our children. from steep cobbled streetssails look like sheetsdrying on the line…

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Windblown

I should have knownthat Mondaywould be windblown. Never too old to learn old people burnthe midnight oilandyoung people thinkthat it’s cannabis…

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Flame out

When does‘the time of our lives start?’anddo we have to line up? this will all be whitewashedairbrushedhushed upkept schtumand no one will ever knowthat in the twenty first centuryour leaders could not organisea piss up in a brewery…

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The silences within

I choose to go therewhere the sunbeams dance andthe light cascades through your hair. in the streams,even if I dream of streamsthe diamonds shine in your eyes. In the Autumn of my timethere are no clocks herenone can chime, but I choose to go there…

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Weekly

I came to terms with Mondaysmany years ago,don’t like them but know we’vegot to have them,they’re a bit like headaches inthat we’re glad when they’ve gone. I feel the same way about Tuesdaysand Wednesdays,Thursdays are shitbut by FridayI get itfeel the buzzand buss that itchthe weekend flies by,the only hitchisMonday,…

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Unlocking the lockdown

not so quietlybut tentativelystepping out, keep your distance!abouttwo metres a life metered out inmeasurements. shallow breathslet’s leave the deathsto the undertakers. Some expect‘business as usual’someusually do…

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Happy places in Hades

we’re never getting thereso stop asking. end, an anagram of denwhere we hide awayat the end circles?wellpersonallyspirals appeal to me,out of control thingsthat steal me away. but seriouslywe’re never getting thereit’s too latenow…

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Regime change

Stretch and bendbend and stretch! she must thinkI’m elastic. The sunconserving energydecides to rise,but slowly. I am achingtoo much bendingmust try stretching more…

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Brambleberry jam

The day though no longer than the last has lasted long enough for any day that lasts as long, Epsilon which I thought was a printer and not a Greek Number had me musing about how confusing things can become, and thinking the sum of all fears was the same as the sum of the…

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One more day to kick our heels

someone somewhere’s doing deals putting seals on envelopes selling off the family jewels taking us for fools. I haven’t even woke up yet although I’ve been awake for years. The future is receding according to the news I’m reading but in other news it’s bright what do we believe? In this place where ‘there be…

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Load bearing

Waiting for cache well we all are aren’t we. Some things are slow and some things not so but it’s good to know what’s worth holding on for, extra time will do me with a penalty shoot out at the end to decide…

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Membership free

Peculiar dreams? join the club. peek a boo moles and mountains and holes to fall into dudes that are naked girls also nude I look only to see that my eyes have been glued to the sails of old windmills. and flying, oh falling or flying it all seems to tie in to the oceans…

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The distractions in doing nothing

I do know that if this is the radio there must be someone out there somewhere, even if somewhere out there is in here First an apology, forgive me I’ve been locked away, and hardly know anymore what to say, hardly know anymore what day this is I’ll have two sugars in my tea Oh!…

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Private party

We are not in the ‘same boat’ never have been and never will be. Democracy is a hoax…

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Marked willing but absent

Is it Monday? he lay in bed and wondered was the question asked of him. you can pin a tail on a donkey but you can’t make it swish, every day seems longer and I’m getting weaker. My mind’s just an overlay on a faded map of yesterday and the answer is, it is Monday…

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Paraffin waxed

Do we really need more vaccines or proteins, just fill me up with ketamines vitamins slimming aids and lucozade, sell me self will won’t you? if we are being led away by the nose to find the hay why not buy the farm? but we’ll buy the farm one day when they bury us away…

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Confined to quarters

Is this what we’ve been waiting for? this is like being stood up at the altar when the ‘bottom drawer’ is full. She says, pull yourself together. I say, lockdown is one step up from the grave and no one is going to save you but yourself…

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Desert dunes

We have to stay in there’s no more playing out, the naughty step or the dustbin that’s what it’s all about. My imagination’s running riot doing a damn sight more than me, who could have thought that freedom was not really being free…

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…and in the blue corner

I never listen to the whispers from the conmen on street corners and prefer instead the barkers down the markets in East London. the same thing is always the same we need a change new picture gilt frame. Language. she spoke in several tongues I stuck to my guns and was shot down, speaking English…

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Cobra spit

Rise and shine time is whatever time you want it to be, mine’s in about three weeks’ time. The longer this continues the more confused I’ll be. We know today is Monday and tomorrow will follow on but can you remember Saturday and has it all gone wrong? are we living in hope or in…

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