You are in my dreams

The algorithm’s not there the numbers don’t add up and no one’s got the fare, so we’re staying in tonight tomorrow the next day next week next year? and yet freedom could be so near but as usual there’s no one to care…

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The seven minute lemon

In most cases a shortage in some cases an outage and they rage against a system? I must have missed them when they did that or perhaps I was asleep. Taking it in my stride I’m going to hide underneath the duvet until this crisis goes away. but on a serious note B sharp, take…

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The book of ruminations

I should be glad time’s moving slowly but anyone who knows me knows that cannot be the truth. I wander through Picasso blue my shadow wanders with me, I wonder where I’m going my shadow wonders too…

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Heaven is busy, please call again later

What if I don’t make it what if the virus takes me out? aha it’s that what if again and what is it but that, what if pain. Still, what if I do go? well, I’ll be thankful that I knew you and my life wasn’t totally wasted. but this is a bit morbid even…

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Shopping! what shopping?

they’re singing of something in Stratford the usual Sunday noon things, like Jesus and Satan and only hell’s waiting, and I was doing my shopping nothing left on the shelves I can buy the locusts have been there before me I might as well give up and die, but then I remember the singing and…

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A sounder mind

Even the night makes a noise and in the dark, every noise is a danger. Carry a flashlight or a Kalash’ tonight and get your shots in first. Turning the other cheek would be good but in this neighbourhood they’d just burn your ass…

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Marching along

Easter the moveable feast day, a pick up your bed and walk this way celebration. A time to remember the betrayal and the sacrifice, I think it’s nice how we get eggs and not only for breakfast or the last supper…

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Off the coral cay

Off the cays We got no life, what! no life? we got no life at all. We’re rollin’ zoots for the suits and the suits suit themselves. Half-starved and yet we’re dragging our feet almost as if we’ve got meat on our bones, but bones is what we have come too, I’ve seen you out…

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Last train to Hades

I was trying to have a lie in or should that be lay in? anyhow just saying that’s what I wanted to do. The wind shook me awake. (for Christ’s sake,) is nothing sacred? No one is going to thank me for being grumpy and cranky so I’m having a coffee to settle my nerves…

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Agents fees

About a million years ago and probably longer now. The town hall clock which still ran on Victorian time, caked with grime and the droppings of raggedy arsed urchins struck nine. I was watching breakfast television, something new or was when it was new now it’s getting old and like the milk on the kitchen…

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Penny arcades

If you don’t get it don’t sweat it there’ll be time later on to write the words to your song, life may be short and not so neat but keep yourself as young and sweet as you can, find a man if that’s your thing listen to his words, but sing to your own tune,…

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Off the Beaufort

You’ve been standing in one place too long and your voice has gone hoarfrost strong, dripping with ice almost nice but sexy in that frosty kind of way. I’m moving the burner to the next turn I get to you can come along for the ride. The Monk prays like hell in an eight by…

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Really random

The wind is howling and to be honest, I’d howl too if I was outside in it, but being snugly smug with a mug of tea, nice and warm just her and me listening to the harmony of the winds that blow in off the sea. Sunday and I’ve not yet met my doom, I…

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Night train

The parallel lines converge at the place where I close my eyes, sleep denies me a look at infinity and changes it into a dream. I am looking beyond where beyond has a border going further than how far to go, I don’t know just how far that may be maybe as far as infinity…

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Pigeon posters

In the big cities birds don’t sing anymore, they sit in the parks waiting for handouts beaks in the papers reading the football scores, clever little chirrups or should that be cherubs? Cats cannot be arsed with them kids leave them alone they’re profligate if that’s the word and better on their own, maybe profligate…

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Surfacing

Most times when I wake there’s an idea taking shape, a poem in the offing, today there is nothing. but hey I can write about anything, that’s something I know about, and anyway nothing never worried me except for my epic failure back in nineteen eighty-three and I think she’s forgiven me by now. So…

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Hymn 224

There is no time for telling now no stars left up in the sky the mountains have worn away the rivers have all run dry, there are no lights to light the way no mirrors to look into and see what they say, there is no time for telling now it’s the end of the…

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Yardsticks

I’ve gone the whole nine with friends and acquaintances of mine but they’re now past the point of no return, I settle my differences these days with long walks across the bridges I have built. Things get old as I too have gotten older and my eyes strain to hold onto the things I have…

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Diary entry #31a

I started writing to let some light in and then I became blinded which again reminded me of why I started writing. I see it as a therapy to get me through the darkness…

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Sideline Sam

Out on the periphery the sharks circle hungrily making me quite jittery but I’m used to it by now. When in doubt run, that’s what mum used to say or you can make a man a man for a day it doesn’t mean that man will stay…

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