10 lines

Not sinkingnot thinking of getting drunknot sunk. Taking it in because to startone has to beginsomewhere. and anywayone cannot findnowhereon the map…

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Suburban Saturday

When Jesus Christ himself descendsand that will be when all timeends. Clock watching?it has me by the second hand, cards,I agree towin one, deal one, buy one, steal one,seal one in an envelope and hope to Godthat it arrives before the last post. Was it Saturday?I couldn’t saythe days all melt into onebut we go…

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The loft

If we burn it down around us andjust pretend that God has found uswe could end this torment now. ah,but the fear has set upon usso we sit and suffer, silent,instead of getting up and out thereand screaming at the Devil. it all comes home to roost whenreligion is your pigeon…

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Letters to the editor #1

The bloodied sands of time will in time cover all our tracks leaving broken bones to lay with broken hearts underneath tormented dunes drumming dirges at the passing of the moons If not the clock then what?…

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Growing vegetables

Made redundant knocked out of the game because a virus whose name is on the tip of my tongue fired its bullets from the viral gun and killed the economy, killed? not really but wounded and now it’s missing in action I went missing in Acton once but that’s another tale. Hope is on hold…

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Fifty/Fifty

It must be the nights that run into each other or the days that pass by me when I can’t be bothered to dress, there are too many reasons to reason with and I walk away from them all. Someone asked me the other day, what was I doing now? I replied, ‘gone Buddhist and…

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When it’s almost the sabbath

The autopsy of God (@autopsyofgod) appears to be done all that is left is for the son to sign the release, Peace reigns between the West Bank and East of Eden. Religion? not my pigeon more of a hawk.. I’m outa here outa beer and I can see her waiting for me…

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