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I have had 3 mintues to write something having spent the lunchtime talking when I should have been writing. Hence this quick introduction!

The following is inspired by my father's wisdom and recent troubles in the family.

Thorns

Organic teeth lodged beneath the skin
Pierce muscle,
scrape to and through bone.

Father taught me
Pull hard, pull slow, pull fast
Pull them out

never let them rest.

A master plan was required. Something devilishly bad. Draknek, The Wizard of Castle Doom paced the granite floor of the great hallway. But what? Google had given two hundred and twenty three thousand results before fluttering her eyes, blowing kisses at him and suggesting he flick off the safe search. Google was dam floozy under that nuns habit, thought Draknek.

He frowned deep in thought. Then it hit him. Perfect!

Draknek was going to get his revenge on the White Witch for stealing his beloved golf clubs and selling them on ebay.

Hairy palmed fleas in her lingerie it was.

”Well if you want to fall over and break your neck that’s up to you but don’t say I didn’t tell you sonny!”, said the old man waving a crooked finger.

Death glanced down mystified. Shoes? Death raised a head to catch the old man escaping in his immobility scooter.

The old man pushed it to ten miles and hour, he could almost feel the wind around his ears and in his eyebrows, “ You won’t get me!”, he screamed.

“Next left”, Death said in his ear.

Defiantly the old man took the next right, straight into an oncoming lorry.

There are times where you are reminded that money is simply an oil, which greases the wheels of everyday life. The more you have the easier life is but it does not make a life, only furnishes it.

My Sister recently got married and returning to my suite at Ettington Park Hotel the old reminder made itself known.

I am out of time for lunch so this is a quick doddle partly inspired by seeing large icicles as a kid, frozen canals and the ice in peoples eyes as a mechanism of self defence against their demons.

Ice

Unsheafed daggers hang like
sharks teeth.
Frozen pools as deep as skull sockets
Ice becomes the preservative,
the killer of men.

There was nothing like a good days trolling thought Marvin the Troll as he sat eating half a billy goat watching the fisherman further down the bank fish himself out of the water.

Marvin chuckled to himself. Maybe he should have read the sign, “No Fishing”, the fish in the river weren’t renown for their hospitality. Least they hadn’t ripped of his trousers and nicked all his fishing gear like the last chap.

Marvin glanced at his sundial watch. Blank again. He gave it a gentle tap. Nothing. Marvin sighed. He never could get it to work under the bridge.

Death looked cool even if Death did say so himself. The new shroud was funky. Funeral black with midnight stitching so fine it was almost invisible. This was the business.

Death picked up the new “titanium diamond” scythe forged by the legendry Bob the Blacksmith himself. Thank God for plastic, thought Death, and a good job, it was going to take sometime to pay off but it was worth it. Death grinned. It was the best scythe ever.

Time to go. Death made one last check in the mirror. The ladies were going to be knocked dead tonight thought Death.

My sister showed me a message from my half-brother she received through facebook at lunchtime. There was brief news in there without any detail. Both of us have not seen our half brother and sister for some considerable time through our own choice. Although, we hold no grudges or ill feelings towards Ellie and Dan since kids are often a victim of circumstances and you cannot choose your family or what happens within it. Sometimes however, you need distance from a parent who has other motives or agendas.

A doodle on the everlasting demon, which despite being staked from time to time just keeps on getting back up.

Fear

A maiden is heroin.
Approval hooked under the skin
and through the eyes
Something tugs in anticipation.

Powdered lines lace the air
rise the belly to tangle words
project them like ping pong balls
into a glass box.

Humbled to a fool
the face has become the back.

I have sat for 10 minutes or so trying to figure out something to write, so I have opted for a doodle. It's partly inspired by the relucuant workaholic who gets an airing from within me from time to time.

A Hamster Finds Ignorance

Round the rungs like a train on a railway track.
A relentless run.
Feet raked with every rabid breath,
restless legs forget the raw skin
Keep on the rails
Never look back.