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Don’t know why I’m. Bothering, but still…

If you think you’re mad! You probably are. By C A Middleton © 2017 Saladin brushes his teeth. Why wouldn’t he? He’s an hygienic fellow-mi-lad. The words appeared behind my perceptive organs for no reason I can fathom. It’s how my mind works when it’s been forced into hiding for a few days. It flashes … Continue reading


Last Minute Questions. Recently an astute question flew my way from an intelligent mind. The question has vexed me since I started this blog to throw my ideas out to the great unknown. The query happened to be more expansive than I quote, but I’m sharing the main crux of it. “Why do you, a … Continue reading

Merry Diddleploops To ALL!!

I hope you are all safe and happy! No matter what creed, colour, religion and even Man U fans!

No. 3805

The Last. By C A Middleton © 2017 I can’t see through eyes Clouded with a blend. Each time the devil comes I see my own end. He saunters to a stop Before the numbers reach zero. Shouting out judgments: He’s given up on his hero. The blood spatter’s dried; The curtains are closed. Despite … Continue reading

No. 8356

  Beware, Likkle Birdies! By C A Middleton © 2017 Wake up likkle birdies, Your sleep time yawns awake. Time to rise and flap your wings And tweet for your own sake. The saw is chewing trunk below, The bough’s about to break. Leave your home, it’s time to roam, In realtime; not the fake. … Continue reading

You’ve Called It WHAT?! By Carrot-Phwack Singleton III(c) 2017

Originally posted on Madstoffa's crunchy house!:
Would you in all yer heart, Even if it hurt to pee, Trust a place with such a name As Kilmeny Surgery? ? I know it’s not spelt the same, All you pedantic flippedy-flops, but You wouldn’t name a place: Beetenincustardee, For a station full of cops? ?…

No. 3854

Slip. Slide. A New Inside. By C A Middleton © 2017 Slipping in the blood of The disheveled person suit He used to be. Each sticky step a stumble Through the dark rooms Used to house the ghosts. He yearns for future Flashes, but Sees only dead past images. He thinks he must Allow redundant … Continue reading

No. 3853

Wally’s Legacy. By Prof. Carrot-phwack Singleton III (c) 2017   Willy was a wombat who Didn’t know his place. Dreams swam around his little head And he would daily chase.   He looked in all the directories He checked up on the net. What am I destined for? Where was my path set?   Then … Continue reading

No. 3852

Lessons. By C A Middleton © 2017 He opened his heart until the hinges had broken. But, you were too busy to hear the words spoken. You just lay on your back with no thought for the queen. The darkest Delilah the world’s ever seen. — It wasn’t always so bleak was it? — Can … Continue reading

No. 3851

Electric Blue. By C A Middleton © 2017 Summer never even stopped To warm our hands. Poor Spring is so confused,  She doesn’t understand. You mention winter with  It’s fresh, white gown And children laugh  Before they frown. Yet, can we clasp our tongues To cease the moan? There’s far worse off  Who sit alone. … Continue reading

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