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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..as the crow flies
Not talking walking just here doing nothing, closed, my eyes turn inward and look out on an inner universe, if this is death then it’s quite a busy place…
Ptolemy and monopoly
Why do you think that it’s Wednesday? The stars left a pathway that no one can walk on, the universe teeters on the edges of reason and I want a coffee but it’s all relative and that’s the get out of jail card…
Curried chicken at a guess
Nowhere is the new in place, the last time I was nowhere nobody wanted to go there and now everybody is where I used to be, Where’s nowhere, you ask nowhere’s anywhere is my reply. It’s a bit like lonely but more cheerful because it’s homely and that’s where the heart is. Dinner’s cooking, but…
Amusements at the end of the pier
Count coup that’s what the Apache do meanwhile I’m counting Cadbury’s buttons. I am also counting on this ending soon which is like counting how many buttons make up Button Moon. My sanity is holding onto my quiff held by the wind on the edge of this cliff, Killing time doesn’t make me a murderer…
Finding your way out of thoughts when you’re lost in them.
Sometimes I walk with a lantern to light up the darkness within, sometimes. But too often am I troubled, too often am I torn, the boy inside me sits and sees me chewing on an ear of corn and from the day that I was born thoughts have followed me, made hollows in my bones…
Leap year
It’s here when the day is yet to wake up when you’re patting your hair down with cold tea from yesterday from a cracked cup you bought in a Chelsea flea market, yes it’s here and you feel the world turning about you and you turn about face because the mirror is the one thing…
Dropping a red
Anger is what chews you up and spits you out, Anger sits on your shoulders and shouts in your ears, Anger fuels all your fears Anger burns up your years and before you know it you’re old and even angrier…
Andes
Who out there would climb a mountain to drink in life? who signs his name upon the line establishing his dominance? I have buried more in these lands held hands with death and smiled, have walked a lonely pilgrimage, to what ends, I ask of myself. But if climbing, falling or dying is our calling…
Curtains call
How many times have you wanted some time for yourself and been denied? hubbub and hullabaloo I can hardly bear, can you? and if empty vessels make the most sound then this tube train seemingly full is actually empty, profound! actually hubbub and hullabaloo sound like bears to me, what about you? just messing about…
One for the stocking
Away in a manger or away with the fairies, ‘he dares say that? Belief is nine-tenths of when you don’t know for sure, but you’re checking the stats every day. All we have to do and we make more to do about what to do and then we don’t do it, anyway away in a…
Tuesday and its child
There is a switch on the control panel, what channel would you like me to be? I wear an eye patch, no match for the bandaid no bloody Lucozade either give me rum and my mind can run like the wind. When I’m stuck, don’t give a fuck until Mother Superior appears, then it’s fear…
Fortunately forever
It is never what you see or perhaps sometimes in the corner of your eye the girl you see walking by is real and you do see her. Many times on the tines of a fork I’ve seen Romans walk in formation talk Neopolitan thinking they were in Brooklyn but really just imagining. Murderous deeds…
Warming up for Sunday
What is left are the echoes rebounding in the scaffolding, in the crumbling of monuments, in the taking of the sacraments and they are ringing out Hosanna in my ears. advancing years? and that could be so, but the years make no advances unto me. I may be lost amongst the sages chiselling words out…
Engaging in a weird kind of way
Getting old, an acid tongue I write for money not for fun, the joy has gone along with youth, I have wrinkles growing wrinkles on my wrinkles and that is the sad truth. A bit of license used because I get confused, and now as I recall this isn’t me at all…
What we fear
Blame it on the jeans the tightest jeans, her watch seems slow but tells the right time, it’s not my time that’s too obvious, she watches though oblivious to me, tick tock tick and I think, pick another time, watch as she takes another line to dissect me, like an insect she devours me, I…
Strands
The DNA unwinds and spirals out of control. Never the commander or one to understand a direct order, I go off range to chew vitamin C which she gives to me unconditionally I surrender. I often wonder if the fly on the wall has a bird’s eye view, but do you care?…
Canned kebab
Tried it, roasted baked boiled I even fried it, have you tried it? If there was ever a plan for a man to eat spam they’d have found a new way to prepare it. Reggie went Veggie and Megan went Vegan, which doesn’t rhyme because Reggie never took the time to understand what a Vegan…
Picture cards
Some other time the alphabet would get in the way of what I really want to say. It’s making a prisoner of the abstract, the reflex thought, the mirror caught in a reflective mood. Like echoes off the walls my shadow calls to me, garbled A’s and B’s and C’s he’s just like me my…
Just scribbling
The trinket gurgled heading to the stream that babbled I dabbled a toe or two in as young boys do summer flew, outspread wings and the north brings winter I always knew it would end this way with ice on the window panes indoor parlour games and Gran on the accordion. (Trinket may be an…
