The cuckoo clocks

I can see it’s too earlywhen it’s too early to seelikewhen the night is a plugand it’s plugged into meand,because and makes it go ona bit longerwhen you’re drinking your teaandwondering what’s wrong here, it’s Wednesdaynothing to see anyway…

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Some Wednesday

What a bonus when you wake up and can take up where you left off and have not forgotten where you were, who you’re with or how you got there. everything is priceless from the princess to the toadto the beggar in the market place and the tramp whowalks the lonesome road, I wonder far…

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The Devil and advocate

Are YOU getting settled into the latest form of ‘kettling’ We are all being led to the trough and being fed,(dare I say on)Soylent Green? and once we’re in the funnel andbeen seenyour number comes up on theflashing blue screen,it’s only thenwhen they stick it to youthat you’ll begin to understandwhat they’re doing to you…

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The olivetti syndrome

Big Ben’s still bongingandI see nothing wrongin that. Enduranceis the keystone, all roads lead you to home,Rome’s in a different countrywhich Pierluigi Adolinitells me is calledItaly…

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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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Symptoms

They are setting the maximumwhich is quite minimumit’s hard to know how to feel, is this real ora conspiracy,are they out to get meor just looking out for me? Truth isI’m cheesed off with this lockdownI’ll be calling on Boris for a showdownbut it’ll have to be before sundownbecause there may be a curfew…

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Did you want to too?

uncomfortabledreamsare it seems‘normal’ butuncomfortabledoesn’t sit rightwhen you’re trying toblank things out and it’sthe middle of the night at the house of the fallenshe comes a calling,the tea is coolingin the pot…

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Checkout six

As days gothis has gone. It was Wednesdaywhich used to behalf-day closingbutnot anymore,the store is always open. The thinking is,it’s business, gee whizgong shoppingislike show bizwaiting for the curtain to risespecial offers on all aislesand anunexpected lifetime in thebaggage area. we are the excess,forfeit, and five feetfrom theexit, I’m a calamityget me out of here…

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Inked in

if this is an addictionand writingis that road to perditionthenI’m an addict,tricked by the pen way back, whenthe needles only pumped inmore jackand the pipes only blewout more crack,true what they say,that you never getawayand the noose always hangsloose about you…

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Pencils in

Some lines need to be carvedinto the skin,lines like, ‘who let you in’minus the queston mark,thenin the darkeveryone can read them, as long as fingers traceis about as long asthe human racehas been running, one day we’ll run outof space. I’m tattooingyou in,so I won’tforget…

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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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off my chest

We,the ones just walking through the never-ending masterpieceleaving paint spots, dabs at raindrops, see the sunshine, hold these hands of mine the artist says.each day scrollwhite steam that rises from the freshly painted stack of coal,lights and yonder brighter. might a poet have his turn?the artist and the beggar each take sides to sketch the…

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Pieces

This is the nightmare that we try to wake from,the Halloween approaching midnight,the last supper before the last morningthis isthe empire of illusion don’t let them confuse youifthat’s what they’re aiming to do. this is not an old horror showor‘war of the worlds’narrated by Orson Welles,this is not radio, this is us being broken…

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Pink paper aeroplanes

The page is blank?look!not a smudge of ink, if you blinkyou’ll miss nothingbecause there’s nothinghere to miss. someone says,‘that’s a bit Kaiser’what the fuck does that mean?I’m none the wiser. the answer?it’s probably in the dreams thatwe try to connect withwhereeverything’s acceptable, I can never remember them…

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Happy Wednesday

I can’t believe it’s notutter bollox,let us bow before the splendour of the manthey’ll call the virus mender. It’s as if he waved his magic stickand raised the dead, cured the sick. Ohtie me to a paper planewhich is as insaneas believinganything…

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That Wednesday thing

..and soyou try to dive into get a livingonly to findthat the pool’s beenpumped dry. trying must be nine points of the flaw. Just guessing,butthinking that we’re all rough cutstones,shaking our bonesgetting a move onputting the polish onas we go. The air guitaris much better by farno one to saythat the notes which you playare…

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Page 3

The clouds do as they doand dissipate,the sun comes upa trifle late,butis welcomed as a friend, the morning paints light acrossmy eyes,whichopened fully nowwatchas the story unfolds…

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On a full stomach it’s easier

It’s forever old stories by old men and they bore me, what use of I for daring or to die in combat? Give me the new, the modernistic view and not tales of the cyclops, give me more cyborgs, more dot org’s, lead me to the overdose and let me have my fill. What I…

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Letters from Limoge

Waiting for the mid-life crisis. It won’t be coming now, I’ve been a lucky man I don’t know how it missed me. it could be that the second childhood kicked in early and if it did, so what? senility’s the new add-on, the plug-in when your thoughts have all but gone, don’t get me wrong,…

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When in Hamburg

The ad’ ran, 50% off, one day only. I chose Friday because a 12 hour day would be nice. We all dream and perhaps God can ‘save our gracious Queen’ who knows? Misleading? only if you’re reading, most people don’t and I don’t blame them. going for a coffee now, ersatz, which is German for…

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