Big money

All the propane the methane the gasolene and butane, if petroleum controlling us, who’s controlling it? and who’ve ya got to get along with to get a little give?…

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Moveable feasts

Investing in pork belly futures and dressing Haute couture, they’ll end up in Madame Tussaud’s of that, I am quite sure. We freeze just as well as the millpond when the day at the looms is done, the Master goes home to his loved ones and the misery goes on and on. I’m waiting for…

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Andes

Who out there would climb a mountain to drink in life? who signs his name upon the line establishing his dominance? I have buried more in these lands held hands with death and smiled, have walked a lonely pilgrimage, to what ends, I ask of myself. But if climbing, falling or dying is our calling…

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The circle

Sometimes I wonder why we are put here in this place only to face the inevitable and sometimes I don’t…

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Did they get to you too?

they haven’t got a fukin clue about the things that I’ve had to do shot through seen through been through and fuck you, you’re probably thinking, who’s rattled his cage who puts the poet in such a rage? but it’s just poetry making things appear to be what they are not and I’ve had lots…

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Plot twists

Wyoming? why anything? in a minute or two the light will break through and I’ll start feeling more than a quarter to four. Caffeine to clean out the cobwebs that crisscross my mind, but bed is the web into which we are led at the end of a very long day. and why Wyoming?…

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Just Sunday

Every theory I hear and then read steers me to lead me in a different direction and sometimes I don’t know if I’m coming or going, sometimes I just feel like throwing up. if the truth is out there it must have taken many shapes and forms. Even the fine print has fine print, you…

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The Lord and Co

Plugging into the electronic tap which gives me a little of automatic chat and that is good enough, but enough about these intermittent conversations which mutate into psychiatric sessions because we each have demons that unravel us at the seams and the internet with its emojoes and memes is the place to let them escape…

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In the pixie chair

There is at times a great sadness which falls upon me and though falling it seems to rise from below me to slow me which blows me away and that is the way I cope with it. The origins must be from the past and they are as far as I know, which is about…

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Lesson #311, from the sermon on account.

If you’re drinking, thinking your cup of sorrow’s bottomless, it isn’t, tomorrow’s always another day and who’s to say it won’t be better than today. some say, ‘get with the programme’ stop with the flim-flam, pull yourself together! whether that helps or not you must remember you’ve always got hope…

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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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