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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Prospector

Digging for gold and diggin’ it old, though those young buckaroos disagree, they’re always looking for a hoe down a gun fight a show down I sit waiting for a Sundown. Radio Clementine belting out ‘Red River Valley’ for an old poke like me it’s right up my alley…

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The ways of light

Some never get to heal never feel the forgiveness only feel hopeless cope less and feel run down until sundown, when sleep comforts them…

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Kissing the cosmos

Two Paracetamol won’t cure it so we must grin and endure it, I’m sure it’ll be gone before too long. Feeling hemmed in and penned in intending to do things that never get done even this, I leave unfinished……

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My two cents

Whatever never seems in real life or in dreams, it always means something. Deciphering the life we’re living is one for the codebreakers don’t think God made us to wither away without adding something to every day. Belief is neither here nor there but paradoxically belief is everywhere. I’m going to bed I wanted to…

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Another reason to be random

Frugal or extravagant? ambivalent? (only if you can afford to be) relevant or irrelevant? and that’s the elephant in the room., and by the way, Zoom will always be an ice lolly to me…

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More from lockdowntown

It’s in the detail are you buying wholesale or retail? whether shop price or top price you have to pick the poison. This is a right carry on carry out a roundabout talk about a Hobson’s choice. And its turned into a marathon we are the ones being put upon, don’t get me wrong a…

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Roll call for regulars

Friends and foes history echoes with their names. If we accept what we’re told we should expect to get old never knowing the truth. The fallen will rise some with hate in their eyes others with love in their hearts. If life is a great lottery there must be a ticket in the pot for…

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Repetitive strains

Jumped sprightly out of bed and it’s Wednesday, she read the news online, I made tea. It’s raining, I thought, because it was raining, nothing strange about that. The day stretches out like a cat it’s already wearing me down, I made more tea. Hearing the seagulls, but I don’t think it’s the sea those…

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Ptolemy and monopoly

Why do you think that it’s Wednesday? The stars left a pathway that no one can walk on, the universe teeters on the edges of reason and I want a coffee but it’s all relative and that’s the get out of jail card…

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Steps off the balcony

When the vultures are done and our bones are picked clean and the dreams we once clung to become the nightmares we’re hung by, ah, but, ‘the sun’ll come out tomorrow’ and five cents on the dollar when they foreclose on your mortgage, if you’re lucky. ‘Are you feeling lucky?’ These are the pages that…

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This one from that one

Welcome home. Civilisation, the last resort and the predator’s report for duty. You want it when you want it and if you don’t it won’t sway you, say, you a predator too? Some sugar is a spice to entice men because men are easily led. We buy what you sell. cross our hearts not to…

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J. Burns

Daylight sparks to ignite me flames lick me lightly then take hold tightly it looks like it might be a very nice day…

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Blink and you’ll miss it

I’m thinking my thoughts in whispers, only I can hear them, but they still make a terrible noise. And through the veil of my eyelashes I catch glimpses of today. If getting away is out of the question when we’re not being kept in the loop, what’s the answer? What is reality? incredulity wonder? I…

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A portion of apportioning

I have heard people say that it’s their fault not his fault or her fault but their fault, but who is at fault, him, her, them, their? eeny meeny no! it’s them and it’s always them. well them had better be rowing the boat or it’s overboard for them and them better float or it’s…

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