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When they said to mewalk towards the lightI didn’t know that itwould bean Armalite,night scopeno hopenow…
Grace with orange sauce
Duck and dive to stay aliveand we do the things we do,who doesn’t? Not being one to boastbutthe Holy Ghost and Iare old friendsa bit like the Moon and mereally. SoI get a pass go and collectand all it took was one connectand a bucket full of communion wine…
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We will all be prime-time for a timeand then we’ll be switched off. Life is likea programme on the TV setbut only when you geta signal. Series two isdeja-vubut you already knewdidn’t you? In fits and startssome old fartsmanage and make do,but I’m still in theprime-timehaving fun with you…
When one has to go
The stormsuch as it isneeds bravingsoI am girding my loinsand sharpening my spearwhich should allow meto get there andback to herein one piece. Not at the mo’ thoughI need to gather mystrength and paint ona facealsothere must be somethingelseI can do toput off my departure, any suggestions?…
Relentless
Like me, did you hold your breath to wait and see was it that long ago? They tell me that time’s eternala minute that stretches foreveror the moments we rememberthat never fade. And if now you knowwould you go and doit againwould you hold your breathsplash in mud puddlesdance in the rainwould you do it…
Heavy on the sauce
This weather could be easilythe bomb that someonedropped on meor a bonus win and hold, it’s how to see the good sidewhen the tide comes in and thesky looks threateningand everyone wants to get inon the act attacked by the elements!no street cred’ in that…
The commentator
We rant and then rave until we make it to the grave which is saved to the endbecause the other way around wouldn’t make sense. I’m quite satisfied that if and when I died they will tell you,he tried,could have done better?wellwe all could. Laidback? if I laid back any more I’d fall back into…
Foot soldiers
Wherever we arewe know that it’s markedon the map and we know toothat where we are is a trap. we should be thereor elsewheresomewhere but not here. Some think a centimetre isas long as a centipedeand some agreed with them. Preston,‘the county town’is in lockdown,justLancashirebalancing on a high wireagain…
One thousand islands
What time is it?said the wolf Time?I don’t even knowwhat day this is. Anything and everything thatwas anything means next tonothing and if nothing is nextto cleanlinessthen we’re being cleansed. It could be Saturday, butthere’s no way to know,it could be midnight but as timegoes so slow it’s probably not. There is hope on the…
Figures of eight
It’s a wind-up mechanismand it’s the ism that makes it go,as if there wasn’t enough ism’salready. Hands upwho wants to be a battery?hawishing all the time,you’ll end up with the fourteen-poundersout on the Maginot line. Desperate like Dan,theDandy man,butlife is no comic book pie, we try to laugh all the samefits and paroxysms are all…
The observation ward
In an out of the way sort of waywhere every day thinks it’s a Saturdayit’s the weekend and boys who’ll be boysgo out to play, I stay in,cook the breakfastwash the dishesanddo the ironing, there isno fun in beingresponsible. The milk’s offgone sour,butwe all are and dosometimes…
The laughing of Loki
Looking for some continuityhaving tosquint in order to see. From the Dnieper to the Don,and the Nile to the Mekongthe rivers roll on,heedless. Looking at the endwondering if I’ll trendand what did it mean, it’sall just a tapestrywe comment on whiledrinking tea looking for continuitystill squinting…
The t-shirt print
It could be said, that with this virus they’re trying to wire us into a mainframe via an app’ and it could be said, ‘that’s a load of crap’ But this is the house made of mirrors and smoke where if you poke a sleeping dog it will bite, you have been warned. Arrested? give…
Yaaay it’s the weekend
And as suddenly as it came it came again for no other reason than habit. how many more will he send, will it end at the end where beginning’s always ended? this started out so happy, woke up made a coffee lit a cigarette stood out on the balcony and then darkness hovered over me…
Jumpstarting Jupiter
Nothing says Saturday like sunshine and what a day this could be, it could be a trip down to Brighton, a dip in the sea, it could be but it won’t be and the only sea I’ll see is Battersea and that’s if I’m bothered enough to go there. Do not despair something is out…
Ground floor grumble
Tourism; found in the list and an ‘ism isn’t good, is it? food for thought with no calories. Valerie’s still watching him, she can’t go to him because they’re watching her. Rules? well somebody has to follow them…
unjumbling
Saturday, and? and tomorrow isn’t. okay got that out of the way ( another disappointment ) A good start is perhaps as good or better than a good ending when I get to the end then I’ll know. wish this fog would lift, yes, I know it’s a gift to smugglers at least Magwitch escaped…
Logged on
Sister’s on the patio listening to the radio with a croissant in her hand. The week has been and gone the sun has shone my hair is whiter I put weight on hence no lighter but it’s Saturday. We run and hide from the fools outside, just different ideas of freedom. I found another line…
Cottoning on
If you were doing that easy to please me forget it, the mill and myself have been ’round the block more than once, we all end up here which may not be the end but the end’s very near whether here or not. three score and ten then the rest is a bonus they’ll pay…
