Sketching

Too much might does not make a right, is that wrong of me? Languishing and not on a tropical. no sunbathing here. There are too many captains and several directions to take . The old waiters wear gaiters and write orders in Braille, dinner may take some time…

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Miami blue

These will be the good old days when we here now have gone our separate ways and who’ll be left to say they weren’t? She holds onto my sanity because I cannot, don’t feel the need anymore haven’t got the will. But what will outlast us when Pandora has passed us will be the fear…

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Isolated

It’s still dark so how can I see if it’s really me? The monsters are on Diconal or Tryptanol and all I get is Tylenol, Everything is relative but that is not a sedative. I think I’ll make more coffee…

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Gamma wave

A chemical incarceration or is it self hypnotism? either one is just one more schism, another prison to abscond from. Him and me often disagree, sometimes very violently although you wouldn’t see the turmoil going on. Too much information on the ‘net and I have tried to diagnose myself don’t have the answers yet…

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Evidently

Thought it was Friday it could have been Friday but I opened one eye and it’s Tuesday, still feels like a Friday no way is it Tuesday I want a stewards enquiry…

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In the aisles

We don’t arrive with a ‘best before’ or a ‘use by’ and that’s a shame. I expect though that being used by your best before is the best we can hope for. can someone explain to me why I call this poetry? some say it’s lunacy but it’s only the things that I think that…

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Spinning the reels

I get over Monday just to fall into Tuesday? where do I pay to get out of this trap? it’s still dark outside and maybe Tuesday won’t find its way into today, one lives and at times in hope. The coffee’s hot, I’m not well not yet, even handsome bastards have to put a face…

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Its been a long day

I write to remember what I should forget and then forget to remember to forget and then I get confused and write some more, but I remember what I had for breakfast in Saltdean on the fourteenth of August 1972 which worries me to death, well, perhaps not death but somewhere very close to it…

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I dunno

What would you do if all your dreams come true and you had nothing left to dream for? Oh God, that question’s a hard one. Would I be ‘woke’ if I had to wake? I can’t answer it, but I could sleep on it, without dreams? impossible…

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Then it was Tuesday

Eyes down for the biblical bingo, acts on intuition and becomes beyond our recognition, hey presto, someone’s calling ‘house’ but it’s only Thomas and he’s a louse, a doubtfull sort of fellow…

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Does the baby cry because it knows?

It becomes difficult and sometimes seemingly impossible to reach an end, a conclusion, but there are two ends? or maybe they’re the beginnings of the same ends. I become bogged down by uncertainty which like a snake, coils around inside of me and ties me up in knots, not to be outdone my mind becomes…

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Darker skies

Everything stacked neatly the girl at TKmaxx smiles sweetly as she asks me for identification, I tell her it’s me, but that, she cannot see and asks again for some form of identity. I point to my name on the credit card and say, it’s me, look, not very hard is it? she calls the…

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Mass

She may be the Messiahand if that’s sothen Netflixdone got it wrong. The bible song,that’s the one that you don’thear’til you’re too far goneto care. it’s just adrenalin that’s pumping himand the thought of immortalitycontrolling me. The universe sits on the fencethe Pope is full of guileshe may be the MessiahandI’ll know that in a…

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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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Sabres a rattling

After the hooting and the hollering when those so inclined have chosen the brand of madness they’ll be following, hostilities will begin. It will not end well. The only one that wins is the spider who spins the biggest lie, caught in the web we’ll be there for the taking, making widows of wives and…

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Music box.

I wrote a letter to the younger me, but could it find me? it could not and I got a bill for the return postage. ‘I never said it was easy’ and I never said that either. By the time this is all done God’s son will be on his fourth reincarnation. I’m dragging things…

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Curved

I used to say, me and God, but God says, it’s God and I, I guess that’s because God’s a God and me, well I’m just small fry…

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When

If I have to go I wanna go quick I don’t wanna linger don’t wanna be sick and I don’t want any weeping or wailing I just wanna go sailing off into that limitless imagination…

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Whitewalls

The committeemen committed me the doctors then admitted me the nurses were all nice to me and put me in a padded cell, well I could complain but I never do leaving that up to the likes of you so I sit here with my old friend Fu Manchu waiting for Napoleon to arrive…

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The quieter man

I don’t talk politics, that shower of lunatics were laughed out of the asylum and look at them now they’re running the country which is like the asylum but has more people…

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