It Is Easy To Get Lost In The Space Between Afternoon And Evening.

Richard waited by the amusement arcade at the bottom of Oldham Street.
The shirt he was wearing was his favourite.
A bus pulled in at the stop.
People disembarked and boarded.
Shoppers hurried by.
The shirt he was wearing was black with grey checks.
Richard had showered carefully before leaving the house.
The birthday party had been fun.
Listening to records and dancing.
Rain fell.
A bus driver smoked a slow cigarette.
Passengers were a mix of ages.
Richard’s eyes were lively looking up and down.
His shirt was getting wet.
It had been an uneventful journey.
People leaving the amusement arcade said ‘excuse me’ to Richard.
His shirt had been bought for the party.
Introductions made.
I was looking forward to seeing you again.
Shoppers headed home.
The Building Society was still open.
In chemists he forgets the word ‘floss’ and always instead asks for tooth-string.
Richard’s shirt had received some compliments.
The mobile phone was set to ‘vibrate’.

more THE HARD SHOULDER.

Walk everywhere
[describe walking / rather
& I saw – She was very preoccupied

Sometime back then / It is artificial
not to say un
-necessary / Walk. Don’t run. And
anthropomorphise
yr. giraffe

Maybe register with Match.Com

Late December
the crowds shop / + we
we will not hold hands – O!
/ I would

Never consent to have my sweat glands
surgically removed.

Neverywhere


(And my 3 bags
they were all full)

Anti-word
Negative, cubed
Can this be weighed please?
- Package and post desire
to a London address /
And so what if we haven’t showered
all weekend? Snow fell
yesterday –
Now I don’t recognise this place

A taking away, absently
Ravenously devouring everything
/ Expansion
of a vacuum (Snowball

but the kid missed


It isn’t a problem / Jiggling
Like dice, those two one pound coins
The drunk trainer
He’s drunk and so therefore he cannot touch me
Underfoot / Crunch, Cr-
unch (Steps in
someone else’s footsteps to slide
all the way to the Shopping-Mall
But Paul is only one syllable
There’s the boundary with understanding
And my relation to it
Double nine, double nine
It isn’t a problem
It’s the hot-topic / Besides
You can’t watch your step if
you’re counting them

*

Blister gunk
Walk
stymied
+ good socks
Put off writing that thing
+ decode slang ///
Between In +
Outputs the relationship runs
not how you’d expect
A common root in / en +
Enervate
Most of the days I slept
after you’d left
Go side-foot
When walking
Avoid pain

*

We can meet, sure
outside Smiths at
Piccadilly / There’s an hour
And that absence is not like a leg or arm
lost, or something
Still quite frequently
I don’t know…a coffee?
Definitely time for a coffee
A disrupting –
A tearing of fabric –
The Magus meets himself,
on stage, where he began
Before I leave / OK, so
I will see you then
- Just unable to admit it now
For - I don’t know - maybe world economic reasons

*

A phone ring-tone bounces around and off
the office’s walls.
And it is an empty office.
A TV studio set of an office.
Wearing trousers which hang so nicely like
maybe the kind worn by a fashion model.
Forget it, for now.
There is dancing there.
Sadnesses are manifold and ride investment.
In this office
alone / At Senior Management level.
Yes, the blueberries were indeed very nice.
And I liked it that they were healthy.
The right choice was definitely made.
- Excuse me now -

I need to go somewhere to vomit.

*

Buy one (is the deal)
or have me chase you down the street
It is just an empty page
Eschew! That metaphor
Sneezed into a snotty Kleenex
Something to misspellingly
Avvoyed / Bloodied
sinus problems miss smell
Drift of Tannoy announcements
stain the air / They are ineffective though
in preventing me having my whole 8 hours
Enervating; higher
Despite the dead-weight common-root
Energy from
same / It’s a time problem, probably
Gordon Brown


More of everything now and
in all directions at once

Undisturbed (these days)
Where energy comes from
Mistakenly located in rest
Passing over details (A
refill pad / Not wanting
Please behave similarly
An habitual motion
Satori of the quotidian remaining
normal “Oh yeah,
the way people queue at the Travel Shop
…” On paper
Atchoo!
There must be a Rymans round here.
Meet me there.

WHOOSH!!!

and i'm back home again!

it's been quite a day.

now i'm relaxing with a lemonade and looking forward to the weekend.

*

atishoo!

*

(steps so far today: 3097)

FRUSLI.

hey! i'm just off to the shop now for a frusli bar.

if you see me there make sure you say hello!

HEY! THIS MIGHT BE IMPORTANT!

i'm at work now.

i walked from home to the bus-stop. then caught the bus to eccles. then the tram to salford quays.

the journey was largely uneventful.

(it took me 297 steps. according to my recently bought pedometer).

before i left i heard the new song by editors on the radio.

boo!

it mentioned the cia. i heard the word electioneer in there as well.

what?! have those guys only just heard the bends?!

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strap yourself in for the ride!

some songs i am listening to or have been listening to recently.

it's twenty past five this friday morning. i was in bed really early last nite coz of knackeredness and i woke up this morning really early. passed 20 minutes trying to fall back to sleep. couldn't. boo! far too early to leave for work yet.

just checking my email. yeah!

have on jeffrey lewis: the last time i did acid i went insane. lewis is brilliant. faves off this album are: the east river, seattle and heavy heart. really, it's all good though.

last nite listened to paranoid by black sabbath.

that is one good album. was surprised by how good it was.

listening to chelsea girls by nico a lot, as well, at the mo.

also: peach, plum, pear by joanne newsom. in fact i'm going to stop the jeffrey lewis and put that song on now.

what an idea!!!

i just did it though!!!

i am blue, i am blue and unwell nah nah nah nah (and so on and so forth) now it's done, watch me go...you've changed so oh oh oh...you've changed so oh oh oh - peach, plum, pear...

yeah!!!

...

now i shall go have a banana and some toast.

hey! this is my life!

Paris. In Birmingham.

like every city-centre these days birmingham has a big-wheel. apparently birmingham got their wheel from paris.

christine told me that the first time she went on the birmingham wheel the paris commentary was still installed.

...

to your left: the louvre.

er, no it isn't, it's the bullring.