Wednesday, 23 December 2009



Searching for the words, they
At last come to me...tenuous
Links, they are...very pleasant
Is this...they are absorbed in a
Conversation with c'mon Paul
I think about this because of
An accidental stumbling
Upon the self, upon the will
Upon the dancing, upon the dirty and
The Debs and upon the two dartboards in one day
All these things and more, such as
The tale of the two star crossed Lovers and
The notion that families love libraries
That's right
Families
Love
Libraries
And they love Spanish olives also
Tuning up and the sound-check, this is
A drag, not in the unexpected out of night
Anyway, nay mind that...a man asks if he can use the chairs
Nearside
Yes, but for what?
This gag cracks a small small smile from a
Timid partner, this satisfies the striving patterns
Which are carried everywhere, including the
Bookstores of Leeds
This young 'un has had a stroke i think
This other young 'un has a bright future...he
Is in-store, eyes are averted to education
I consider for the first time since my split computer courses
On my doorstep, computer courses for the seven year old
Nephew i have never met
And never will before my
Life at forty, there are/were those
Who make nothing of this
They are sound
They are disconnect
They are legend
They are world cinema...this
Has never appealed so much
I know...later i will be
Exhausted, consumed, sore
With bed, but
I'm prepared
I'm life at forty
I will emphasise this
With caps lock, with
The giving of vouchers to working
Carers, with dodgy humour inflicted upon
This evening's compere and with the
Use of savvy
Yes, savvy

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