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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A case of…

When something’s itching at you from somewhere deep inside you and the need to know just what it is is the need that just defied you. It’s there and I will find it ( I played Cluedo as a kid ) but the pen that opens up the word for you to read the mildly…

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That Sunday

Wake yawn stretch, I should have taught Fido to fetch the coffee. Sunday, limber up to hunker down to sing those praises and him in the crown on the cross, is, they say the boss. Well it’s a grey day like someone who painted by numbers couldn’t count beyond the rainbow, she wants more tea,…

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The possible optimist

    When they say, ‘in the not too distant’ I wonder, how far does the future extend? and if it’s more than a days walk I don’t think I’ll bother at least ’til next Summer when the weather is warmer…

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Him and I

    Talks in Aramaic paints in acrylic, a mixture of language and time in his hands.   Stands in the corner watches the curvature, the universe he spies never lies.   Building scale models of historical figures from matchsticks he found in the ashtrays of tutors.   And you’ll make a fuss, say that…

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Church windows

    If Jesus truly wants me to be a Sunbeam, it’s time he made me a star.   Now, if he or she doesn’t smote me or smite me I think we might have a deal…

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Crumplestiltskin

    Handsome, and some and scandalously so.. ‘…go on, you’re a swan’   At the dawn of time we woke, you spoke,   the alarm went off the lights came on, the industrial revolution and then we were gone and only the nursery rhymes remained…

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Resignation

    Stepping over drunkards who sang their psalms into the cracks that fell through sidewalks, (he talks with spirits)   I settled in the corner seat on the high street deli’ which sells salt beef on rye and watched the world go by as one is wont to do.   An hour or two…

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Loss adjustment

  The wife told me, it had to go, the jacket was so old and tatty, but you know to me it was a friend. I held a farewell service put it in a plastic bag now life doesn’t seem the same. And I suppose another jacket will want to take its place she said…

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Another ramble

    Powerful testimonies, if any, are lost in the falling when someone is calling time and someone always does.   We find our own salvation through trial and error and mistakes are all it takes to fall.   You can swear on the bible or on a loaf of bread, it’s what is in…

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The living room

Told that September would come we ran through the rays of a weakening sun preserving the heat for the long days ahead. We could all stay in bed until July and why not? such a lot to do and there was never enough hours in the day, the week, the year, the life of a…

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Sunday

    Blackberries dripping with Summer dew and you with stains on your patterned shirt.   Alert to the possibility that death could be the death of me I decline to climb the tallest tree and sit down on a rock.   I remember the taste which was yesterday, things taste differently today.   My…

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Scribbles #27

    I forgot, because I’m getting old and it’s getting harder to remember when forgetting is so easy,   where was I? oh yes, those days and I’m not sure anymore which days were the days but for the life of me, I can’t remember why.   So I wander through the landscape to…

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