Out there

Odd how the darkness settles on me so lightly that sometimes I don’t even know if it’s there, morning sunlight makes up for the evening of the night before, but some shadows still lure me into corners, who’ll cure me or them of this? She clung so tight to me frighten me? no, I thought…

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Once upon a platform high

The ghosts of all the phones I have ever owned will be my ‘Marley’s Chain’ All of this and that you see this social circle parody is taking your eyes from the surprise that’s coming, Jesus running free across mugshot memes like Snapchat Freddie where everything leans to the left, don’t forget to look right…

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Diary entry 84b

I woke up and that’s a decider to get out of bed ( adding a rider) only if the sun is shining. The dream if it was the dream came to me garbled as usual. And I lay here still hearing them, the ghosts of dreams come dressed as men I don’t fear them only…

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Last rites

We live in the moment sputniks and soylent Bikini and Cuba the Bermuda triangle and we’re all looking for that angle that Isosceles patented. The bell rings and we quicken our pace sit and say, Grace, eat what we’re given be thankful we’re living in the moment. And I’ve had more moments that I’d sooner…

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Mansions

They’ll still be poor on Sunday when the congregation and the Padre drive away in their four by fours, they’ll still be poor. Them and we know them, heartless, pitiless government men would have them disappear hey presto look, no longer here and would we notice would we care? Well put your fuckin’Raybans on and…

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Thinks on

Finding the mind in amazing configurations, a million and more calculations in the blink of your eyes which are also amazing, but it’s sometimes a maze which we navigate through and amazing or not whether we mind it or not we’ve got potential…

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Stopped clocks

On the stroke of luck the day before the silence struck someone sang for all the dead. Voices lost to memory the faces we’ll no longer see and this statement that was made would set us free from fascism and tyranny…

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Dear God and co’

I wish you’d told the young me that one day I’d be the old me and the young me could have taken some more care, and while I’m tuned in on your wavelength, how about a little more strength? Now, I know that you’re a busy chap with smiting, loving, and all that, but can…

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Raspberry

You go out and you come back and you go out and you come back until you lose track, then you go out and you go out and you can’t come back anymore. the door is barred it’s not a jar and you’re not jam, grow up and behave because now you’re a man…

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Tripe and onions

This is the wind-up, the weak end of the weekend when we get the windup, because tomorrow’s no Funday a glum downright Monday, if we say now’t it’ll play out, but we’re a gobby lot and our two-pennorth have to be said. I’m in bed hoping it’s a dream, but knowing it’s not…

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The disc revolves

Full strength? we are never more than forty parts per million! they couldn’t allow us more than the dilute or they’d have to shoot us, fear is a great motivator…

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Deep enough to drown in

Starlight, but no scope. We don’t see if we don’t look can’t read a book unless we open it, and hoping it changes never changed a thing. ‘Might’ is the most powerful of words to use it might mean anything, nothing or everything, we could all use a ‘might’ I might use one too. I…

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Monday tomorrow?

that’s got to be wrong, the weekend cannot have gone by so swiftly. You can quote me, Monday to Friday will choke me and only the weekend can save me…

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What crisis?

Panic? do you think we should? or perhaps we could bail out whilst doing a tailspin, topspin, backflip, but let’s skip the histrionics and be dynamic still about to panic even as they explain it to me…

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Dim and distant

A mental aberration or just needs social interaction? notes on the bedboard, somewhere, sometime in a locked ward, forwarded to casualty because there’s nothing wrong with me that a little touch of TLC can’t cure…

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Reference point

Doing the gyroscope spinning around in the hope that the world isn’t flat, I couldn’t cope with that. The truth hurts in fits and starts and if you don’t fit in you don’t get a part in the great production. I remain solidly the status quo happy to be with the things and you know…

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The regime

I’m going to stop getting old and I’ll play something else, find another good game on the good game shelf. Just a number they told me but I noticed they only told the old me, rotten bastards,…

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In a pickle jar

Sirens blaring away and I open my eyes still thinking it’s Saturday, I dreamt that Gulliver’s travels was the bible and that disturbed me more than the sirens. Finding Sunday was easy the evangelist drinking holy wine pointed the way, her fingers smoked as if the cigarette was still there, but probably just some memory…

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When the clock strikes the God spot

Almost time to start praying, start saying those things and hope Jesus brings me a present, oh no, wait, that’s Santa I’m thinking of. Sunday though is creeping up and I know it’ll catch me snatch me and I will end up in a church. But there’s still fifteen minutes before the Sabbath time enough…

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Just so

The Summer slinks slyly away and I sink into an Autumn brown tell me then why am I blue? I never know about next year fearing as I do that it may not arrive so I dive under my duvet sinking silently praying fervently hoping God will hear me…

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