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Nightmare

Best mate, in a bar, arm around his ex-girlfriend. I walk out. …………..Again.

Summer

A cheeky robin pecks at my al fresco lunch. BANG! ………No more robin.

Shower

Pale mole on my chest: damp, three dark hairs angle down like an old leaf-rake.

On the 27th draft translation of Basho’s ‘Sound of Water’

Master, due respect: No-one cares about the pond. Or the frog. ……………(Plop.) ……………………(Splash!)

Saturday night

Saturday night at the local Premier Inn. ‘Coffee: FREE refills’

Christmas afternoon

My stomach holds forth: now, like a blocked-up U-bend; now, a woodpecker.

Winter

A bracing dawn run on the Devonshire coastline. My nutsack is blue.

2307

Ah yes… the Chelsea game. I had been wond’ring. (My train is full of cunts.)

Mantra

I will not chase dreams. Chasing dreams is for suckers. I will not chase dreams.

Life sentence

My life sentence is very long and dull. With lots of semi-colons.