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Same Old Malarkey

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-Apart from walk what

would you like to do?

-Dunno, don’t think about that

much these days.

Go out?

Where?

What to do?

I’m skint anyway,

then there’s the weather,

and, to be honest

I’m not much company,

and, repulsive to look at

except in a ghoulish way.

See I’m pretty much

resigned to that these days.

Don’t get me wrong though,

I haven’t given up.

Where there’s life…and all of that.

What about you, what are you up to?

-Cosmic time travel,

the laundry,

a spot of Pilates,

watch some junk on the box,

maybe a spot of bear baiting.

Same old, same old.

Isn’t online shopping a godsend?

The time you save…

-Dunno, don’t do it much these days,

too much damn hassle

and then there’s identity theft,

hacking,

and you don’t know

really see what your getting,

well you can’t can you –

not unless you’re really there,

in the shop or whatever.

-We could go shopping…shop-ping!

-Nah, I hate shopping.

crowds of people.

Bloody people everywhere,

getting in your way,

pushing.

-What about Christmas then?

-Quiet I suppose…

a barren tundra

of dread bleak isolation.

Same old malarkey 

Farce of Habit

Harvey

old habits dye hard

excluding ectoplasm

that’s easy-peas

Trumpton Riots

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Green sky thinking

Prevailing Ditherama

Mexican standoff

Stop the world right away

Figure out what’s going on

Stuck in a sand trap

On the dodgy nineteenth hole

Fiddling with your quiff

love the sound of your own voice

No choice is a choice

When Snacks Attack…

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Salt & vinegar

Savoury crisp morning air

Smokey bacon sky

Cheese and onion state of mind

Prawn cocktail optimism

Tardy as Milk

A woman crossing a stile after the flooding in the Thames Valley, December 1915

Not up to speed yet

Morning enters delicate

Stage left in sackcloth

Overwhelming need for socks

Permanent obliquity

Every breath taken

See a world without hiccups

Fittingly wintry

For the time of year

Eavesdroppings

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Robinson & Gamp,

Umbrella names –

came

From works of fiction

Defoe & Dickens wrote them

Most respectively

Dear Mr Santa Claus

Stop shoving useless

Information in my headbox.

Mr & Mrs Sophocles

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‘Will that do?’

‘No, it’s wrong’

‘Wrong?’

‘Yes, wrong.’

‘Who says gross moral turpitude is wrong?’

‘People…just people.’

‘Well, I wouldn’t know anything about that, would I?’

‘Suppose not.’

‘Suppose right.’

Stakeholders Gather

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Arsenic & old lace
Did I say older?
I forget a lot these days
Onset Oldtimer’s
Mindless tedium
Your guess is as good as mine
Xylophones twinkle
Beautiful losers mutter
A man goes apeshit
Puts on a woolly thinking hat
Down to business
A murmur of life & debt
The meeting convenes…

Museum

lit jasmine joss stick

Debussy string quartet plays

adjust thermostat

open fan widows

wine dark dawn begets

clear blue canopy

wondering whether

to talk or not to talk to

fiends & creditors

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Screwballs

 

hand chat

We come of life

We want of death

We come of death

We want of life

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We come of dark

We want of light

We come of light

We want of dark

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We come of silence

We want of sound

We come of sound

We want of silence

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We come of touch

We want of stone

We come of stone

We want of touch

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We come of mind

We want of heart

We come from heart

We want of mind

~

We come of dumb

We want of deaf

We come of deaf

We want of dumb

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We come of Ma

We want of Pa

We come of Pa

We want of Ma

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We come of here

We want of there

We come of there

We want of here

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