The destitute, the prostitute the homeless and the junkie, the word irresolute comes to mind when I can’t find any other and they’re sat huddled together toughing out the bitter cold weather, it’s a fact of life that life for some is no life at all. One act of kindness doesn’t make a bible, it…
Tag Archives: Saturday
The frequency of thoughts
There’s enough doom and gloom so this is about finding room for happiness. When I realised my heart was the mansion that my parents had given me to live in, things began to make sense. And when I found Her who would share in this blessing everything fell into place…
Sober up Saturday
Most of us are the ghosts of us and what we were, we wear the face of another time when we thought that other time was the only time, we are like an old picture card from a box of Brooke Bond, that we look fondly on. And one day when we’ve gone away to…
Seven teen shadows
When community spirit is in the bottle that’s passed around and the only common ground is the parking lot you plot up in and the ‘Social’ is not very sociable when they sanction you and it’s non-negotiable, you’re basically screwed. Honest men would turn to crime and later try to turn back time and nothing…
Long running
Half awake and not nearly enough asleep I should keep shorter hours, get wired to the terminal pump out something seminal and no! not fluid. Life can be hard then it’s off to the knackers yard to be knackered? strange I thought I already was. But tomorrow is another way to keep today as yesterday…
Exercise #95
I was resting in my bed and wrote out a notice which read, DO NOT DISTURB. then I was disturbed to find I had to disturb myself to put it on the outside of my door. some things are not thought through though i do try…
wtf #61
I saw a man that looked like me and he saw a man that looked like him and both of us began to grin, slightly frightened, what ould this mean? was it, in fact, a dream? the man that looked like me winked as I blinked or it may have been the other way around…
T minus..
As is so often I am in my own company, solitary, alone on the balcony, calculating the odds as to how God’s going to receive me and believe me when I say, it’s not going good for me, well, not if Old Nick gets his way, such are the things that occupy my mind…
Beachheads and strongholds
When you look like Punch because Judy’s given you a battering and the audience were watching but only gave a smattering of applause which sounded as weak as this did. At least when I am falling I know where I’m heading. Et Tu, say what? said who? I am leaning into a history with the…
The crash dummy
Tightening your belt fighting austerity banging on the doors of those in authority, easier to blow a safe (and I am aware that blowing a safe could be construed as being sexual) but if you’re thinking that way you deserve to be locked up. In confession he gave me absolution, told me to steer well…
Reality trip
When you’re asleep and you’re dreaming and she says, coffee? and you say, with cream in and then you wake and it plays out like the dream she says, coffee and you say with cream. something very strange is going on. and then you’re listening to her talk with your two eyes up there hanging…
Police.
‘Stop and search’ wonder if they’ll stop and help me to search for my lost youth?…
Wind tunnels
You stir it and stir it and the whirlpool is there, it looks so inviting, so you suck it inside. words dribbling down your chin, but you’re still sucking it in as if stirring alone will not win you a place at the foot of god’s throne. Proofread and ready, are you…
Saturday
I’m awake now, and it didn’t take long to drop all the dreams in the fast flow of streams of my subconscious and as they make their way to the end of the day I’ll be waiting…
Timeless
Doing very well, so, who’s looking in the mirror at a ne’er do well? the twain do meet along the path. The sun cleaving its way through the covering of cloud. The morning shouting the day out loud. doing very well thank you very much…
’67 or thereabouts
The Hippie said, nice man, can I have a slice man. It was the summer of love before I knew what love was and what pain it could bring, where did all those flowers go and who sang the song? Under the Kaftan we got the drift on and moving on because that’s a…
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…
Drifts aimlessly
time to sit and stew to think of everything but mostly you and me, make some tea leave it to brew sit and stew think of you and find the tea’s gone cold. Correct me if I’m wrong but nothing matters except matter, without matter we would be scattered to become untied and unlit atoms…
Loading, please wait
I’m just wondering if there’s a space or a place where they go, where what go? well, where do all the posts and tweets go that are unavailable? Is there an acceptable repository for what Facebook and Twitter don’t want you to see? or is it just me being nosey?…
Glimpses valleys
I could blame it on society the way they hotwired crime and time in me blame all the grime I see on this dysfunctional society, but no, I take the bow take the drop the blaming thingy has to stop and lo’ it stops at my door. Dear Lord, there’s no need to applaud or…
