Midway

The slow grope to the kitchen door,I had to open my eyes to see,and supposing that’s what they’re forI look around and see a bit more Wednesday should be put in a museumor maybe I should, Winter knocks while I’m searching for my socksbut I’m not taking any callers today…

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Passing clouds

This won’t do,sitting here scrolling through,I need to get up out of bed andmake a brew,no, this won’t do at all…

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I should have been a Bedouin

Coffee before a shower or shower before a coffee? a bit like i before e unless it’s after a C exceptions apply and they always do. It’s a lovely day for a day locked in wondering what can I read? definitely need coffee. Anyone else having anxiety dreams?…

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Surfacing

Most times when I wake there’s an idea taking shape, a poem in the offing, today there is nothing. but hey I can write about anything, that’s something I know about, and anyway nothing never worried me except for my epic failure back in nineteen eighty-three and I think she’s forgiven me by now. So…

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Before the coffee kicks in

What if, we’re just simulations running in the background of a cosmic fairground? probably not likely but if you’re like me then you wonder. The universal traffic lights, the stars that twinkle in the nights and can you tell me, anyone, who’s seen stars shine in the daytime? Programmed to roam across the screen we…

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That Sunday

Wake yawn stretch, I should have taught Fido to fetch the coffee. Sunday, limber up to hunker down to sing those praises and him in the crown on the cross, is, they say the boss. Well it’s a grey day like someone who painted by numbers couldn’t count beyond the rainbow, she wants more tea,…

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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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Coming to terms

The curtains are opened and the light such as it is at this ungodly hour stitches lines across the ceiling.   Last night I dreamt in Nomad (which is like technicolour but not quite as bad) and I wandered through scenarios where sunshine goes when it’s tired last night was wired to an electric fence…

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