Miscellaneous

We become where we live.

I have no idea what's going to happen next

Waiting for a bus...

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

The man attracts paper like a bureaucrat!!!

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

Finally, I could see her.

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

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

it will lead you to

the noise ...

‘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.

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

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.

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.

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 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

I.P. Microfiction.

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

poem