Random #104

When the fire is burning and your tears are stinging and they want to bring in that thing to stop the fire from burning and you suddenly turn in to Mr fuckin’ perfect because they must not suspect that you came from the second’s department and you’ve never been rightandand there’s always a bastard with…

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Random #31

Those Pharaohsknew that when thewinds blewit was time to tuckthe togas in. life, Jim,is not a Toblerone shapedpyramid amid the desert sands they say many hands make light work,not so!when the bulb’s busted,you’re basically screwed and left inthe dark. Did Pharaohs wear togas?…

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Action, sometime soon

Dull as in drab as in get me a cab because I want to go where the sun shines. Somewhere in Stepney Green, they must have a cloud machine with its setting on grey. And its Thursday not that it matters, it wasn’t Thursday yesterday but it was still grey. perhaps it’s she that fogs…

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Another reason to be random

Frugal or extravagant? ambivalent? (only if you can afford to be) relevant or irrelevant? and that’s the elephant in the room., and by the way, Zoom will always be an ice lolly to me…

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Random selection

You don’t find crumbs of comfort in bed it’s usually toast or biscuits instead. Does that feeling ever get so bad when you’re missing the thing that you’ve never had? Is lockdown just a shakedown a protection racket? Someone has to question if the answers do not add up, they try the good cop bad…

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Too much caffeine

I know that it’s Thursday but I dreamt it was Friday which way is the exit? I’ve taken my tablets and now I don’t hurt but I’m saving the blue one for my dessert. The mirror’s not working again, every time I look in it I see old men which is peculiar because there’s only…

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Spinning the reels

I get over Monday just to fall into Tuesday? where do I pay to get out of this trap? it’s still dark outside and maybe Tuesday won’t find its way into today, one lives and at times in hope. The coffee’s hot, I’m not well not yet, even handsome bastards have to put a face…

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Too much sugar

    Chemically unbalanced, slightly unhinged.   hanging on by a loose thread or it could be a cannon, but hanging on because as crazy as the crazy do I’m waiting here for you.   Over to the overture on the underpass and I’m not sure that this idea’s the best,   there’s a one-armed…

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      Crossing my fingers crosses my mind as I leave it and hope for the best and the best you can do is, cross your fingers too.   Picasso came back to paint the sky black I preferred it when it was blue.   Trying to recover, uncover, discover the truth and it…

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Singing solo

Going down not thinking, sinking  in case you’re wondering. I wonder too at the things people do. I’m loved though which is more than some people I know. So, why? if there’s an answer do tell? Silver iodide inside waiting to develop? But cracking up isn’t the same anymore it’s been seen and done too…

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Off Central

It was always the journey where we made the discovery. If you keep your eyes shut you’ll see nothing but your imagination. Hard work and self examination count for little when you’re drowning in the sea off the coast of desperation. I have threaded my life through the aperture when any point is the point…

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Daguerrowipes

Tell me about the senses and I’ll give you instances that they never worked. Lost in those turnstiles which clank round the windmills and tilt at no dragons I see. ‘Leave me’. she uttered as I mumbled apologies, it happens to all of us sometime. They write of me in the penny look-see I thought…

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Seriously delayed

When silence descends she who tends to you whispers it’ll be okay. In the waiting room of the nanny state we count flies on the countless flyers for Bognor and Brighton, it makes me wonder why we put the light on at all. But we’re walled in and some are bemoaning their fate, does the…

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Sun screen

We don’t think because thinking turns the wheels and it all feels too much so we touch on little, and the less we touch on the less there is to think on, result happiness ( or some such) When I was a kid and picked my nose because we all know kids pick their noses,…

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The ceremony

antimony makes the sick quick silvered but slow and off we go, arsenic in the fast lane. First prize to old blue eyes I don’t regret and I bet he doesn’t either second prize tied, split between what is and isn’t seen. I’ve been to Oscar’s and he’s been to mine, The blind man fitting…

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