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…

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The wheel of fortunes

Pale blue skiesand I,bushy-tailed andbright blue-eyed, the morning smilesand brings much morethan yesterday,not waiting for the milkmanslipping in like silk manand going out, not yet though,my shadow still sleeps on,lazy bastard,does he not knowthis day will soon be gone? I wait and watch the dragonfliesan iridescent gleaming, in a momentwhat was dreamingbut the waking…

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When things go bump

Not going to speak of the weathernot whether it’s hotnot whether it’s notI’ll let the weather speak for itself. The radio’s belting out a tuneI’ll bemelting into an ice cream soonbutnot going to speak of the weather. Of coursefor the Britishthis limits the conversation,no talk of sunstrokeor of precipitation, I’m going fishin’she says,‘again?take an umbrellait…

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Random #17

And still the daffodils bloomedheedless of the virus,allsolo efforts and yet in concertlike some great orchestraplaying for the masses. I think it’s slightly Lowry…

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Why bother

growing up, it makes me feel like throwing up and what do we want to grow up for? Neverland sounds like too much fun. Call me a donkey, call me an ass but seriously would you pass on this ? It would always be Summer with us keeping pace while Hook and the crocodile played…

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Ra

I really really, really, really want the Summer to arrive I want to survive the Winter, spring out of Spring and sing in the Sunshine, that’s a wish of mine, but don’t tell anyone…

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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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Summer gone

Those whirlygig thingies that dropped from the trees and spun about like helicopters that danced in the breeze well I miss them. and the apples we scrumped the hedges we jumped the doors that we knocked on and ran away from just for a laugh well I miss them too I’d make a list of…

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Heat stroke

  I have a fan. battery operated it oscillates. if it’s not set level it vibrates even though it’s not a vibrator. when the batteries go the fan does not nor I suspect the vibrator. you’ll have to put this one down to the heat which has got me beat but I have a plan…

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Seasides

These are the hot days the ones where you crunch through the shingle that lays  on the shore days, the ones where you strip and skinny dip in the bay days. So many ways to enjoy them but mostly by the sea…

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High rise hot

  To capture the scents of wild meadows, intense  exhilarating I’m still waiting for the wind to blow chimes for the arrival of Summer. But when I was knee high to a grasshopper and the ears of corn heard my laughter it was always sunshine…

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Out of the sun

When I want to get away from it all I just fade into my shadow on the garden wall and hang there, breathing deep as if I belong there. The ivy creeps up and grows on me. the breeze blows on me cooling me fooling me into thinking I can stay like this forever…

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The second coming

Aha the weather has changed we can all go back to misery long faces on a longer journey you can find misery under M in the dictionary (thanks to Bernardo Soares) for that idea. The sun’ll return to burn some and some’ll buy cooling lotions, the parasol sellers who sell sun umbrellas should really promote their…

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Floats on Friday

It’s no good being squeamish about squelching as your eyes open on sweat filled sockets, drying myself I am crying, the heat at this time of the day is awfully trying, did you notice how I didn’t fukin swear about the heat? and so good for the diet I lost four pints of water you…

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Cooking oil

On the road the tarmac bubbles just like a load of baking soda, a little observation made while I sit here and drink a glass of sparkling water, it should be lemonade but I forgot to buy some…

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The summer song

We’ll turn into parchment or vellum this heat is hell on your skin. Garters to keep up my socks pectoral muscles hard as rocks a stiff upper lip and an active mind i think you’ll find that I’m in working order. Not ready yet for the knackers yard or for the great referee to give…

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Turning to liquid

It’s getting hotter think I’ve got a temperature, but I thought wrong it’s an ice lolly. I wanted a cornet but I can’t play one so I got a lolly and the day goes along still getting hotter but I’ve not got a complaint about that…

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Urban scrawl

We use concentrate, become an inebriate can you relate to this. I made a wish it cost me sixpence the wish never came true who can I sue? if it’s as I suspected that everything’s connected then somewhere out there is a vagrant dream with my name on it. The heat is affecting me but I…

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Hawks

I hear thunder somewhere in the distance where sound waves bounce off the sky, an echo? a cry from the heavens? a sign that this fine day is coming to its end? It was good while it lasted drenched in the sunshine but the time has now come to run, to get out from the…

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Monday

The bait bag or snap tin was what dad put his sandwiches in and off to work he went, not a city gent, but skilled in his own way and worked a day for a day’s pay, We used to watch for him coming home and when we saw the works van we ran down…

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