In men and her eyes

A seagull surfs under the blue slate skyandI struggle to paddle to the bathroom,bare feet greet the stone floor, butat least the coffee’s hot. my dream was hot too andcould’ve have got me in trouble,thanks to Boris thoughI stayed safe in my bubble. Our Father seems nearer todaythe bells must have woken him toobut it’s…

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Life, edit #27

A series ofdays after daysweeks after weeksand year inyear out, there are breakssome commercialothers psychologicalallleading up to thegrand finale, and we all have apart to playin the script. roll credits…

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Above sea level

If I am failing,if that is what’s ailing methen I sit uncomfortablywith death at my side. In the ruins where I strayedwhere I playedI have stayed for too longandtime has abruptly erupted. It’s Sundayand I am practisingmy shiningjust in case‘Jesuswants me for a sunbeam’…

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Frazzled

..and then you have to go outyou canforget about a day of restshopshopstopshop,looka bookshopstoplookbuy bookbutno time to readgot to shop andfeed the family. A man and his castlejust one big hasslewhen you forget the keyto the drawbridge…

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Full time

They chatter on insanely,ghosts in my headwho blame meandI look out throughwhitewashed eyeswithrosy cheeks andlisten to the liesthey tell, They sell me hell inno depositno returnglass bottles,which you cannot burn. But I can see him up abovesending telegrams to me allfilledwith hope and love andhe can shove them wherethe sun don’t shine, I hold on…

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Three more hails

Jesus took the day offwent to Brighton by the seatook the holy scripturesbutdidn’t bother telling me, sinner though I may beI have rights enshrined in lawsoI’m gonna sue his ass offand give the son of man what for. I’ll go to hell via Bridlingtonthe lobster capital they say,but Yorkshire men sayowt, tha’ knows, no, it’s…

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Chocolate chips

It’s the bed roll and not the bank roll,but one can always dream. More wine, Vicar?good for the blood andnot so bad for your ticker. Spam in cans orCannes in France?wouldn’t chanceeither of them. Of course,you must understandthat todayis the drift day anda day to float awayon a symphony…

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Autumn service

Yesthe wind’s still blowingthe bells are ringingthere’s a children’s choiron the radio singing,it must be Sunday. The Lord’s day of restwellhe doesn’t have to dohis best to tidy upmove the empty cansand wash the coffee cupsweep the floororiron the shirts,dirt’s where you lookand if you look hard enoughyou’ll find it. I’m going fishin’…

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Life, episodically

Filled with the joys of Spring,a bit slow on the uptake, butI start to sing,wellit’s Sunday and I will blend inwith the sinners who bring theirown songs to sing, I guess I’ll confessbut I can’t think to what,no carnal desires and Ihaven’t smoked pot,I’ll just make something upgrab hold of a wafersome wine from the…

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Once supposing so

Stranger than these timeswhere man is caught up in the hype ofchains and masks and where are your balls? Marley downs the boughs of hollyhe’s not so fukin jollybut he is awfully dead no swearing comes a voice from the back seatswhere the deadbeats smoke their crack pipesbecause it’s Sundaya day to be blessed. Wellyou…

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Bigger things

Fe fi fohumsome times it’s funor fumbut today it is hum,wonder why? Giants have to get byby being rememberedin cheesy fairy storieswhich bores me rigid. and being tall has its pitfallsit’s not all peaches and golden eggs,bloody beanstalks play havoc withmy legsand don’t get me started on my backorthat blasted Jack,…

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This time then

Sundayyesa day for resta Covid test,I jestforget the restbut not the test I’m still undressedbecausesomewhere outsidea dog is barking yes,that’s an excuseI am just being lazy. I also have a feeling(which old people do)that this tea is notDarjeelingahI’m rightit’s justTyphoo…

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When the lawn grows wild

If this doesn’t wake me upandmake me take up origamior crochetI won’t play again. Did I say crochet?I meant croquetsometimes we don’t saywhat we mean,even if we think we do…

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Are you getting this?

bad newsmad newswho’s fed up? lockdown is liftedviewpoints then shiftedand lockdown’s notlifted no more. Feeling ‘Hotel California?’we told ya thatno one would warn youbutyou went and checked in…

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No service

Desperationsweats from every poreand for every pore, you’llfindone more to sweat. If you meet the devil faceto faceyou’ll know that,‘Get thee behind me’didn’t workand to be honestwho’s working now? The churches are packed by thoseracked with guiltunder the eyes of the Bishop,they wiltas they wilt or won’t(don’t know about that) I have ‘soap on a…

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The world series

This could be retribution( edited book from the bible )if sowhat is the solution? wear a maskis that too much to ask? I don’t even wear pyjamas. the population explosionimplodesand now it’s back to kissingfrogs and toadsbutfairy tales have sailed away,there are noprinces or princessesleft…

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The Taiwanese tapes

.and then the instructions advised me to press play and record simultaneously. That old cassette deck was my best friend,I could ramble away to it and it didn’t complainone little bit. I Wore it out eventually,but it died a noble deathwith my wordson its last breath. they don’t make them like they used too…

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What crisis?

The wind’s droppedalong with my aspirationsthe clapometer needle’snot moving,( should I use the swingometer?) Those good old days are backopen fires and a sack of‘nutty slack’bow and scrapeskin your kneessaythankyou sirnot forgetting please, breadlineshard timesrationing andBuddy has no more dimes, we’ll all be singing for our supperup a gum treeor shit creektoday or next week,…

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Limits

We think it’s time to let gothey shout,‘get on with it’ but it’s a long way downwhen you’re counting thesteps,a second opinion is called for. and what does the audience know?they pay for the show and theyget what they’re given. We’re piratesout beyond the three milewhere we give the customsand excisethe finger anda big smilea…

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