I put
empty hope
into my wallet
a photo stolen
not taken
from where
it
should have remained
yielding to
and encouraging
fixation
Amended 15 Nov 2020
Towards the end of September
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Category Archives: 2013
Worcester
The staff of the Indian restaurant were crowning in their contempt. We’d been bowling, straight from work, beers by the lane. Two strikes in a row was a peak at about 7 pints, but then straight down the gutter. A foreshadowing drunk. The others from work went off to eat, but lost, we instead called at the Swan, for 2 nicks of vodka and orange. We arrived late to the restaurant.
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Answers to all of your questions
Yes
I was once, but it was a long time ago
Its likely that you are thinking of someone else
Probably the one on the right
Very nice thank you
Using an axe, then buried in the garden to stop the screaming
Quartered by choice
I choose the first bottle with a degree of care. The cat will be watching as I drink it, and besides, there’s always a chance that I’ll taste this one.
Pinot rouge, which is a joke to myself, because its black and red, a wine in a sweater which later will be a truth as I drink.
A good first start. The second choice is more difficult. Something fruity, but without the heaviness of a bottle of domestos. I don’t want to clean my teeth until later.
The normals, looking around the shop for something to drink as opposed to numb the dull sensation of their pointless and inevitable decline, choose a four pack.
Ideas are infectious as I grab three more of the same, rabid as my mouth salts inside with the thought of inevitable repetition, killing ninety nine percent of known thoughts, dead.
Future remembered
After the all
and in the end
he
aided by imagination
rewrote history
to the silent applause
of critical acclaim
Amended 26 May 2014
Friday now
I walked past someone today
They looked like you, and so I smiled
But it was someone else, and
no-one, and so they walked away
After that I stopped smiling for today
and went back into the house
Through the window the world is
just an occasion to be witnessed,
a distraction or
an infinite jest
A place outside, viewed, where
we’ll always remain friends.
Always and never
I say hello to Autumn
its overcast skies meeting my own dark eyes
as we together question the season
“What if?” I say
and the weather points with leaf-littered precision
crisp answers
to questions unfinished.
Unknown
Does the heart rate rise
before
during
or after the
diary’s pinch?
Amended 16 November 2020
There’s no
fear in the gods
as they prey for
mortality
and mourn, the
early sky