Idle hands

I shall go out when the clock shows ten/tenbut it’s not showing that as of nowbuthow will I know if the clock’s going slow? see,there’s always a fly in the ointmentor one in your soup which is a biggerdisappointment…

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Letters to the editor #1

The bloodied sands of time will in time cover all our tracks leaving broken bones to lay with broken hearts underneath tormented dunes drumming dirges at the passing of the moons If not the clock then what?…

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Long division

A mistake in accounting? someone left the light on and allowed all the doubt in. Do you want to do it all again go back to your childhood and this time learn? wonder how that would be spooky? it’s not for me though, it was hard enough to go through the first time. I’m settling…

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The clockwork clock

Although we sometimes stand still we move with each season, reason enough to stand still and drink in every season. Time is often caught between the thinking and the doing. Nowhere must be somewhere if that’s where we’re going…

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The cuckoo

That clock’s looking sick losing its tick and time’s running out. But to be aware to know time is not real and was never there eases the dread of waking up dead. If this is a parallel universe running parallel with every other universe, how could we tell if we’re in the heaven of one…

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A collection of cobwebs

Then there are times when love underlines everything. ‘I want the one I cannot have’ a line from the ‘Giant in the beanie hat’ and there is in that a great truth. The clock ticks along unaware of its song and we, unaware that time will always be there, but sadly not always for us…

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Tributaries

If it’s never ever forever ever we’ll never ever know how far forever is, ever. When I was a child I thought forever was as long as the bars on the cot, but it wasn’t and it’s not. Older by some years thinking forever are the tears that flow forever is when the time goes…

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Catapults in the crypt

For as long as I can be I’ll be as strong as I can be which could be a long time. Before the construct, before we got chucked on the rubbish heap time was time and was not cheap, now we waste it basing our waste on the mountains of minutes in the far distant…

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Stickyback plastic

You can’t glue more hours to the back end of the day, it went too fast and I couldn’t last the pace, the face of the clock that faced me said eleven forty-three, but I never believed a word of it until I climbed up the case to see that it was indeed correct and…

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Off again

The sweep hand sweeps London sleeps and we’re all being swept away, time’s a straight line and like the bread line will eventually disappear…

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Pinball

Here I am hidden in plain sight disguised as a man. Tuesday appears, sometimes a week seems like years and not seven days I don’t forget that I’m not there yet but I am almost…

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Ancient woodland

The clock keeps on ticking, there’s something quite sick in that, that being those minutes that pander to the hours that follow and the days that crowd through the ways I have walked. A sundial would suit me right down to the ground…

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Directory enquiries

Where did it go when did we change into people we no longer know? and if we grew why did we grow, just to change into people we no longer know?…

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Sober up Saturday

Most of us are the ghosts of us and what we were, we wear the face of another time when we thought that other time was the only time, we are like an old picture card from a box of Brooke Bond, that we look fondly on. And one day when we’ve gone away to…

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Last seen heading South

the time that’s gone the clock ticks on the dreams switch off at ten, I was there when and can’t remember how or even why, come to think of it maybe it wasn’t me. that’s a relief, but the clock still ticks and the time’s still gone. I was never mostly almost sometimes, at times…

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38% charging

” the faster time goes, the faster it slows” (from silent gardens) written in haste as most things are which never got me as far as it should have done. it’s the internal clock the shock as time passes. But we are aware, aren’t we? or am I just asking the question of me? Getting…

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Summer gone

Those whirlygig thingies that dropped from the trees and spun about like helicopters that danced in the breeze well I miss them. and the apples we scrumped the hedges we jumped the doors that we knocked on and ran away from just for a laugh well I miss them too I’d make a list of…

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When the mercury hits 28

    Shake the dragons from my hair and watch them breathe fire, they don’t care, they’re dragons   so I woke up feeling choked up and no, it wasn’t sex games haha.   Thursday once upon a week ago and sometimes I really think that though the clocks all look the same the one…

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