Daisy chains

We could always go fishing, he said, wishing there was something else they could do, but fate had denied him the chance to have pride in an imagination that did not exist. Stretching out like a cat uncurling flexing. I used to do it if you can believe it stretching out like a flag unfurling…

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Last night

I got lost in the best of it you reminded me about the rest of it and now it’s Sunday morning…

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When Sunday falls

For the times we’re not sure for the work we endure, is there a cure? will someone assure me will someone insure me against all of these trials…

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People people

Moving on another John, you say, ‘I never set out to meet the guy he just happened I don’t know why’ aye, says I, just passing by, says I. Serendipity is only there to trip me up and the incidence of coincidence is purely random. He’s handsome anyway in that handsome rugged way, I wish…

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Sunday resolved

Going for a run so I start to gun the motor, get my arse up off the sofa then think, hah who the fuck is it I’m kidding with ideas forever skidding off the plate? hesitate belongs to me wait and see is mine as is another time get your own melody leave me talking…

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Negev nomad

The unexpected I expect but I expect that you do too. In the Shires no dreaming spires just spikes to keep the homeless wakeful, that’s hateful. This ‘green and pleasant land’ ruled by a thieving ragtag band only gives a helping hand when pushing you over the edge. I could emigrate, hibernate or just hate…

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Graduating

My downfall is the tyranny of alcoholic incoherency, no one seems to notice me when I am on the floor…

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Rubies bleed too

I wonder where would we be without China and tea and no cows for the milk no worms, no silk no Santa Claus, pause does Claus have an e on the end? I wonder. Lucky for me that I love Tennessee and Williams is luckier for that, but if the truth’s to be told we’re…

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Almost midnight

The poets like friends that I knew were just passing through, and the night tasted stranger as the words that flicked fingers like flames on my cheeks disappeared on the page. The danger was in the remaining in draining the last drop, but I found I could not stop and the cup of bitterness tasted…

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Dragons

They took China out from every equation, but the Orient wasn’t the major problem. they that never look at the shadows cast yet stand before the mast as Captains of the ships should come to grips with what is wrong or it’s going to be a seeya later, sayonara and tomorrow It’s Sunday, done the…

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Heath Robinson vol #1

The record needs a needle, a pick-up to pick up the sound. and then I reach the plateau only to find that’s it’s one more step down, feeling low? well I had better days, I’ve seen canapes served up in teacups and there’s not many who can say they’ve seen that. Now it’s over the…

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Sometimes Sunday

She stepped out from the pages of a fashion magazine and looked as if she’d never seen the image of a beauty queen, but the light of day betrayed her as the moguls that had made her walked away. The snow, cold, fell heavy and only an old coat to warm and keep me dry…

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Alpha waves

I haven’t yet come to the best bit but I’ll write it one day. Monday coming in quick. Sunday was done for what for? I never got to know it another best bit waiting on the wing…

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Cinerama

We can project on any screen sights that we have seen places where we want to go and places where we’ve been but I can never get your picture right too much or not too much too light and conversations that we’ve toyed with give another problem, how can we replay the scene? subtitles cast…

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Strata

Always been trapped and there was no escape and the warder said stay because this is your fate and the clock laughed out minutes that turned into more and the only idea was to think up a door, so I did and the door opened inwards to go deeper inside where the more that I…

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Meeting up with misery

Because it’s a Sunday you open your eyes carefully waiting for the Panadol to kick in, but your head’s in a saucepan and you’re not the man you once were. Swear? I could do and where would that take me? Anyway I won’t drink today or maybe because it’s a Sunday a small glass of…

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My day so far which is far enough

We all know that as Sunday’s go this one is no different and will go the way of the rest, the congregation who wait for their salvation have done so for years, but that’s a faith thing. I believe in coffee beans as a means to my recovery and in case you’re interested have never…

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Unblocking arteries

‘brickin it’ but still in the thick of it getting sick of it time to go fishin’. Mississippi. it’s Tom and I because Tom always gets top billing but I’m willing to bet he’d swop. Sunday rode in on a white horse pale and drawn before dawn, dismounted counted the hours until dusk…

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Deploying decoys

How many stretches of imagination does it take to reach the Moon? daily exercise? I fraternise with this enemy, within me there is untapped energy come ‘frack me’ ha I crack myself up at times…

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Resisting arrest

‘It’s slightly Sunday somewhere and rightly so’, she said I wasn’t really listening having just got into bed but she then went on to say, ‘dear John, the bathroom walls needs painting, the garden needs some weeding the cat needs feeding’, I almost peed in my pyjamas, but instead, wearily I got out of bed…

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