Miscellaneous

Coasting

We become where we live.

47˚ East 18˚ South 2

I have no idea what's going to happen next

Mood Indigo

Waiting for a bus...

 Where Were You When...

this is more or less where I was... although it was two different ones.

WMDN XV

The man attracts paper like a bureaucrat!!!

 'Do you suffer from depression?'

‘Do you suffer from depression?’ she asked.
‘Well..,’ I began, but there was more.

'No, Daddy.'

Finally, I could see her.

Dem Dogs Dese Days

First up, you’re all tossers, so that gets that straight.
Second, and this is just as important, I fuckin’ rule. Alright?

 After Party

There's a party... after the party?
A pointless embellishment upon another
Invite Screams Nonsense

After... party?
What an odd phrase
I hear myself say, deep in the confines of

Follow the silence

Follow the silence

it will lead you to

the noise ...

Treading Carefully

‘You look like a street person,’ she said.
‘Funny, that,’ I replied, leaving it there.
Maybe that’s why she gave the next job to someone else.

Joy of Joys

The phone went.
It was Boots in Putney. They’ve got my nicotine patches. I said I’d be there in a few days to pick them up.

David and Deirdre

David’s day started naturally enough.
Being a Saturday, he took the eight-minute bath as opposed to the usual four-minute power-shower.

Insomnia

In the hot rooms
folks are sleeping, sleeping.
I grasp my book,
pour a glass of red wine.
Down creaking stairs
I go creeping, creeping
To the front room,
the lounge not mine.

The same old road trip

Look, the sky is reaching through the window,
calling all to leave, last chance, leaving,
get on board, what a decision, you know now,
you are a one to move, maybe find a way home.

Nerves

Keep quiet still,
pulse in velcro,
time ticking by,
fidgets all over,
now it's all over,
I stayed calm and
I stayed conscious.

Creativity

creativity is a burden
to those of an apathetic disposition.
you gotta pick up the pen
the pad
the camera
the brush
the stick of charcoal
what I propose is
a USB Port direct to the

Flawed Judgement

I.P. Microfiction.

Shooting star

Jonny may have been a young boy
when he heard his first beatles song
but who cared?

It maybe true that once apon a time
frankie did brave hollywood
but who cared?

Code monkey might go job

 Night boat

poem