Due process

Thinking about getting up,this may take some time. slow in the morningbefore the coffee kicks inbutwhen it happensI’m as sharp as a pin, and I know this,that these moments are tormentsdesigned to make us move, there is no rest for the wicked…

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The magic box

They pick you up then lock you down,the trick is to roll with the punches. I’ve been in a few knockaboutsand know the ropes,but never been tied up forfor trying to get up, we live and learnwe earn a crustor go bust reminds me of pontoon,I’m still on fifteenwondering if I shoulddraw another cardor stick…

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Blood chemistry

woke upfeeling doped uplit a smoke upand had a pee. After washing my faceit was easy to seethat this beautifulmorningwas made just for me, ..and now I’ve hit that writer’s blockit must be time to knock offclock off or possibly fock off,he saidwith a plum in his mouth…

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Understanding anything

I spend some time on ittrying to get a line on itand realiseit’s beyond my control. Comprehension isan opening in which to receive inthose things that you start to believe in,things not necessarily true. I go back and reviewthose things I thought thatI knewspending more of my daywatching it whittle awaystill tryingstill dyingto get a…

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Earning badges

Welllooks like we’ll be herefor a while,think I might learn howto knot pine,make winetake timetoknit no exit signs. these are truly the timesof our lives…

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Scrambled

feet achingback breakingthinking of takinga holiday, ‘the rock and rollof the tortured soul’ One way or todayI’ll get awayor get put awayit’s all the same, thinking again,itcould be tomorrowor a week on Hawaii. Punch drunk on rumlunch was funI think, must remember not to drinkon an empty stomach…

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Some Thursday

Dismalgrimno chance of megoing outI’m staying inand for the night. No change then?said the old menof which I’m not one. When the sun shinesand the drums beat timeto my time,when the odds of succeedingare slimthat’s where you’ll find mefitting right inuntil thenuntil I am one of the old menI’m staying in…

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Rearranging the mental blocks

Thursdayand I woke up anyway,I’m guessing that’s a win. Just going to go and getmysecond cup of ‘joe’ that’s good(taps on wood)in case the witchesare watching. Sobeyond the ‘dreaming spires’further North,up in the Shiresthe civil war goes on,‘long live the King’but I wokeand I know that he’sgone. Why do it, why waste leadsat on the…

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I woke and this dropped out

According to Facebook,todayI have only a few memoriesto look back on,I crack onandthink what a carry onwhere have my memories gone? And I wonder,do I really rely uponthat which is so oftenwrong? I can hear whistling,it’s probably my brain boiling, you can’t ask Polly to put the kettle onthose days of a woman and her…

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Rubbing in the embrocation

When your mind is telling your bonesto stop creakingbut your brain is leakingMolotov’sand your body is on fire, taking a blood thinnerwhich does nothing for the fatin me. First days are often the worst daysbut not always. So tiredlikethe money ran out on my meterand time has expired, where there is a willit will be…

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Fitting in

Flowers that blossomroses that bloomalways seem to make roomfor the weeds…

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Blue ridges

Some wait for twilightsome wait for the sunsome wait for Christmas,and won’t that be fun, we wait in the trencheswe wait on park bencheswe wait like cattlefor the end to come. It’s all about the waitingthat small hesitationbefore stating the obvious, the obvious beingthatwhich we are seeing, the breakdown of societythe rise in povertythe stock…

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Syphoning cyanide

What do we need and do we need it now and if not now whenwhere’s the punctuation, was a note tacked on the sheet no question mark, black mark for the tutor, another question, should we then shoot her? We’re wilting under this thing that no one has a clue about,there’ll be no cure for…

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Heist

Someone planned this robberyand left us here in solitary, Idiversifylearn to flyandescape the solitude but one escapes into another placewhere one escaped and if one escapesthey all escape, solitude iswhere you find yourselfalone,even in a crowded spaceif that space is not your own…

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Action, sometime soon

Dull as in drab as in get me a cab because I want to go where the sun shines. Somewhere in Stepney Green, they must have a cloud machine with its setting on grey. And its Thursday not that it matters, it wasn’t Thursday yesterday but it was still grey. perhaps it’s she that fogs…

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Onandonandonandonandon

Is it worth my time to get a second opinion?, curses, Thursday, and lockdown’s getting in the way, think my brain is melting, never felt in such a state, curses, fate, Need to do stuff, like running, sunning, swimming sinning sinning sinning running, jump in at the deep end drown before the weekend all this…

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Rosewood

Do you wonder if you’re in the dreams conjured up by those behind the scenes, is this a play is this today or Act 1V? Are we pandering to someone’s desire 1666 and relight the fire? Maybe we’ll bury it all under the pall of smoke curling up from a pipe…

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Harvest

It’s nothing like the pictures they paint it really ain’t, but we compromise and turn blind eyes to what we knew and hope anew that a new beginning can begin can we win? is Bob the Builder? in two shakes of whatever the world turns and nothing is ever the same. It was not me…

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Up for debate

Trying to see things as they might be instead of stuck in this formal reality. we all try don’t we, try to let our imaginations run free windblown and unchained by any boundary? the difficulty, if I can call it that, is we are like a flat screen TV with depth and with colour but…

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