Summer without the rain

wellthat’d be lovelythat’d be fine,words and more,more of the time. somebecome needygreedybeady-eyedwalking onthe seedy sideseeing everything. life in a loose-leaf folder yellowed pagesagedrearranging A4and for what? I came, I saw, I concurred. if we’re all doomedcan I be doomed in theroom next to you? everyone needs friends…

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Cheerfully bright

The rain washes everything away except for the tins, now empty but once full of drunken dreams leaving grey streets splashed with their colourful names, sun glinting off aluminium rings and a bird sits on the branch of a dead tree and sings like only a bird can a tin can an old man listens,…

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Faintly familiar

It’s pissing it down in #lockdowntown it was a year ago, this light is good for artists but what use is it to me it is so bloody grey I can’t see the day in front of me. Channeling my energy and the channel turns into a sea and the sea shifts into an ocean…

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Nearly Summer

Somewhere it’s 22 degrees, sunny and clear, but here it’s raining, I can feel the motivation draining out of me, I want to be somewhere…

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Under clouds

I can hear that it’s raining. pit-a-patter what’s the matter? I think I’ll get quite wet, but only if I go to work and that’s not decided yet. I have coffee and a magazine on a lear jet, oh! it’s just a dream but it’s still raining…

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Mexicoan

They’re trying to sell me a sombrero when it’s pissing it down with rain, Jeez, not that old, old hat again. I buy it anyway and put it away for a sunny day…

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Through the dimpled glass

Triangles in the clouds grey squirrels and dolphins too and it’s starting to rain, angles or angels, I see only equilaterals damn those maths classes. Faces that shear off and zoom in and a lion that looks ever so thin chasing an antelope with no hope of catching a balloon shape arises, disperses, falls into…

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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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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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Blips

  Rain, thinking it signifies the end of the Summer, I root out my galoshes, my raincoat  and sou’ wester one time a Beau Geste in the hot sand, but now best to take a hold of your cool hand and go splishing and sploshing and maybe some splashing as well. Autumn is upon me…

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Changeable

searching for my Souwester, long Johns and a string vest, a dab of Vicks and in forty licks I’m out in the rain…

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January the sixty second

It’s a symphony, the pit a pat that’s raining in on me and the silence is an awful blow when I close the bedroom window. The Winter melody makes the melancholy tuneful and she said, ‘…just a spoonful..’ but the sugar never was as sweet as being out there on the street in the rain…

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Medicine shows

Those who would peer into baubles and see a future that couldn’t exist, how I missed the charlatan also the kosher kebab and the kaftan. I won’t complain about the rain it might just stop a war, ha, you think, but one day it’s water we’ll all be fighting for. You never saw that in your…

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Four aces

Raining in Mile End and pouring in Northolt. this is Central line British Summer time broadcasting on forty foot waves at the Home Service. It makes me think of drowning when I’m down in this underground clowning about as I usually am but in thinking of you and that which you do I always come…

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Wrestling

Of course it’s raining, it’s Monday. Someday it will be fine but not today, and it’s a long way to the top of the clock when time puts a headlock on you…

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British Summer time

Rain, like beads of sweat rolling down the window, same as it’s always been, dripping almost silently to flow eventually into the greater sea from whence it came…

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Sponge

pit, pit, pit, pit, pit, patter shatters the pit, pit, pit. raining a bit raining a lot, spit, spot, Poppins not included, window drip, drop, spit, pit, patter shatters it yet again. No rain without the pit, pit, spit, spot can’t stop the patter, it wiil always batter me down…

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