The end is Sigh

Tuesdayand what a day to be alive. Cold and blue with itold but used to itcoffee with cream in itand I’m back under the duvet but someone like you’dsay,get up and get with itanddon’t dither, I shower, reluctantly, the water like icy hands thatclutch at me, I remember it’s Tuesdaysono playing the blues day,she has…

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Roaming

An eye for an eye?Polyphemus blinkedand it was game over. winner takes all. Tuesday andsomeone has to pay, it’sbloody cold out on the balconyRomeo can take a hike,Shakespeare, ‘get on your bike’something Tebbit wouldn’t saywellnot on Tuesday anyway…

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Within us

Finishedor it would beif we didn’t go on and we’re all good at going onor we’d be long gone. I go on because I’m awkwardor maybe because looking forwardis better than the alternative…

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Bits and pieces

Slam me against a brick wall and pour me a ciderI could have died there but for you, Remember that advert for a carpet cleaner, ” nothing beats better?” breaking newstry the birch or a leather strap, beats that hands down. she saves me againfrom going insanebutthe balancing actgoes on…

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Gramophonics

Playing it slows the descentand recentlyI have been moving down, what if there is no other sideand all we have is the slideintodarkness and the end? I’d better play some Bach and getback into the ballgameor I’m going to finish up thesame as everyonethat I ever knew beforeI met you…

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Head full of cotton wool

I woke with a start but did not want to begin. Now to face the day, how to face the day?another task, one more mask to mask thepain of doing, doing the same again. Everything’s out to test meexcept for coffee becausethat’s my bestieand we all need friendsdon’t we?…

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Wimpy

It doesn’t look like Tuesdayit just looks dark and it feelslike the middle of the night. Winter on the way inI should spend the day inbed. The building of each day isblown awaybybombardments in the nightandhistory does not reveal the names ofghosts who come along to steal the shadowsfrom the eyes of waifs and strays,…

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On the first day

Feeding on words in the night,I amtoo bleedin’ busy reading to write, night,sleep for somebut not for methe innocent are never free. bleedin’,needing the flowto see where I gowhen dying. reading’speeding through chapterand verse, only the bookmarkisthe curse we all wear, write,let the light in andyou can see how grimthings have become, coffee time…

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Before the meds

You can put your suits in a suitcaseand if it tickles you, put your briefsin a briefcasein any case any case will do,a hard casea head casea bad case of the flu’ and if that tickles youI’d go back to theheadcase. I present this casejust in casethere’s a case to answer…

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We’re all going to trend in the end

But what if we are not a part of something greater,what if all we are is here and there is nosee ya later? if our hearts were breakers on the shoreto beat in time forevermoreand blood was sand to slow the crawl, if we woke to see and saw it alland could be contentor slept…

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Wax in the works

Someone said,‘bugger me’and I’m thinkingfiguratively orliterally? of course, he was cursingwith no thought of anythingother than his broken thumb, All my broken bones have healedsealed safely inside andalthough the hide I call skin iswearing quite thinI am wearing quite well…

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BBC radio

I always thoughtSelsey Billwas a piratein leaguewithLong John, thanks to theshipping forecastthat notionhas now gone. how could this day getany worse…

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Backflips

one,and there has to be one he begins not the one that winswe don’t allow winning anymorewe only take part in a group,there’s no second, third oreven a lastwe all come in firstwe’re all number one. but one does not get a goldbecause the gold’s all been soldalong with the silver. We participate for a…

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Does it even look like you?

long hair that hangs down,bags under your eyes thatweigh you downa paunch, and that wasn’tthere before,does it really look like you? Thinking of a gym’ending up with a gin,at some pointwe have to beginto get things in order. This has been the Summerthat wasn’t,social distancing hasn’tdone anyone any favours…

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Hey Presto

I think we could do with a miracleor a miracle making man. Broken?we could resurrect the wreckedcall them perfectand pretend everything is okay. Jesus has gone to thehanging gardens ofBabylon and is nowan apprenticegardener, you just can’t trust anyoneto make your wishes cometrue…

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Hands up if you know the answer

We made it through the night we clung on tight to the pinpricks in our eyes watched the moon as it sunk and saw the sun as a rose in those gardens of the dawn where life can dream of being born to bloom. I don’t count them anymore not the nights that have gone…

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what we know now and then

We can believe they’re well fed or we can lead them to the table. he drowns near to water denying the hangman. I sit watching Babylon television on, mind off. Jericho the new way to go build a wall with the bones of your ancestors, I guess there’s plenty of those. Nostradamus haunting the alleyway…

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The snake belt

This pill we have to swallow ( and quite right, two does not make a Summer ) the harsh rules we have to follow, no shortages now the hoarders must have enough. I should have wriiten this on blotting paper but it spreads out anyway and will fade away like reflections of a memory changing…

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Could do better

I know how long a furlong is but don’t know how long a furlough is, I used to know when we called it a holiday when it was two, three or four weeks with pay but all this time on my hands weighs heavy on my heart and there doesn’t seem an end to it,…

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Dark states

More things will be opening up and more things will be closing down, an interesting turn of the turn of the screw but what can we poor people do? I see well read people well fed people and well dead people, we try to ignore those but I still see them. when it happens we…

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