Monthly Archives: January 2014

No Smoking

There had been no smoking in Workshop for about 30 years now. No alcohol, no music, no dancing, no sexual activity of any kind and bizarrely no Swiss cheese fondue. Those that would dare to flounce the laws tended to go a bit missing shortly thereafter.

To suggest that people had objected to these strange rules would be to put it lightly. To say that this was, without a doubt, the reason that 100% of the village had moved on to pastures new would be very astute.

Still, Lord Jonah Lincoln preferred it that way.
He never did like people.

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An Easy Build

The manual had said “easy-build” and “ready to occupy in only 3 hours” but after 4 years and 77 hours, Bob was becoming more than a little bit fed up.

It was Fanny’s idea, they’d talked about building an extension for years but the money hadn’t exactly been rolling in.

But then she’d seen an advert for flat packed, “build it yourself” homes and decided there and then that her dreams had been answered.

She’s dead now, of course, her nagging body being used as a pivotal role in the foundations.

By the front door.

Where you wipe your feet.

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The bathroom

Geoffrey stood squinting through the fog. The ground beneath him was getting softer, so he knew the river must be close by.

Not being able to see his feet wasn’t new to Geoff. Being a giant meant that there was almost a mile between his toes and his smile.

He fumbled through his pocket and pulled out a torch. The light oozed through the pea soup, leading the way. “A morning bath really shouldn’t be this difficult”, he grumbled to himself. “I bet if I wasn’t a giant I wouldn’t have to wait for the bloody bathroom in the morning.”

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Coffee

Come wake me.

Omit the dreams and start my day.

Forgive the grump, I’ll soon be with you.

Forever my morning drug of choice.

Ever long I hope you’ll last.

Enraptured each time you kiss my lips.

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Descent into madness

Who is Andy S?

Is he a soldier, a mason, a man in a dress?

Who is this mystery man who you speak to?

Does he write, does he dance? Is he good at Sudoku?

Who is the chap that sits in your phone?

Can he speak French, make you laugh or listen t’your moans?

 

What does he look like, this Andrew Sierra?

Tall dark and handsome? Or maybe a carer

of small woodland creatures, or maybe a nan,

on a little wooden boat off the coast of Japan.

Trawling for spoons in an ocean of knives

is he single or gay, does he have seven wives?

 

Who is this fellow that causes infinite sadness?

That opens the way to my descent into madness?

Why does he take you away from the now?

From the here, from the me, does he give you his vow?

The same that I give you, night after night

as the sky opens up and I step into light.

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