bichoose (bichoose) wrote,
bichoose
bichoose

Monday 10th August 2015.

The blank white screen looks awesome this morning...i stare at it ungagged.....Summer in my mind begins to wane the small snail signs are already banking up in mother nature..Blackberrys are pluckable, Conker tree leaves begin to curl and the mist on car windscreens is already there....Summer here in the Manchester Basin has been a wash out more rain than sunshine, more concrete skies than sunshine..however the bubbles in the Coco-Cola can by my side still taste the same, as i begin to climb the steps of the approaching week...i peek out of the window there is no need to discribe the view...
There is one scribble on my calender this week that of the name Hugh Knox..i stare at it, was that his birthday or the day he passed away..i suspect his blog is perhaps still somewhere in the internet heaven...i only came across his scribbles later in life which could be said a vast story of my life...people come go touch then zoom away around the next bend..do i blame myself for not chasing around the next bend or perhaps fumble over myself for standing staring..ho-hum as the shoulders shrug...I recall in my youth being told by a lad, that the days of seeing each other was over...the reasons were not given..later in life i pondered over that day was it sexual or simply time was up to head around the next bend and was i simply bending vanity my way with a bag full of roses when perhaps it was a bag of nettles....as for old Hugh Knox greetings for being scribbled across my calender where ever you are...So Goeth... 
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