Pale blue dot in an endless void,
This rock has turned again and
     the skies are swapping places
     once more,
Regrets of things done or not done
      drag behind on the ground
      like a chain,
whilst hope for the new day
      flies ahead and above like a kite,
A day closer to death or
      a day well spent?
Either way, tomorrow it begins anew;
So turn, turn and turn again,
Pale blue dot in an endless void

Early spring morning
blue skies and flowers in bloom
Birdsong breaks the day

From the cold, dank room; musty smells emanate,
The cold eye freezes and turns over in the frost,
Catch a star, falling far, falling free,
Shining for everyone; not just me
Trying to make sense of this entropy disorder,
Wet cat nose leather finds protection
from drying up in the hot weather,
A life? Maybe. Omniscient? No.
Turn away and find the inspiration
amongst the perspiration –
insurance against the inevitable alienation
Celebrate with the nation. All of them?  
Two colours, eye-gas, brain-grass, not in that shirt, Scott!
The crepuscular gloaming gives way,
Orange light now dominates the night,
keeping away the hurt and fright.
Drifting now, lost but not lonely. If only.
Size up the coffin and make marks
on the wall to measure how tall
Tear it down, sweep up the pieces and throw them away.
All will be revealed, my friend.
Perhaps.
One day.

Rainbows crashing into my house,
Busting through the windows
and smashing up the place,
Like great big
colourful things,
You used to be all white you did -
What happened?

Ghosts on my shoulder whisper in my ear
Telling me things that I don’t want to hear,
Kneeling at the feet of the choices I’ve made
Whilst possible pasts form a long, sad parade,
It’s summer again and the sun promises love
Sent on warm photons from the heavens above
But the sun keeps hiding behind Tupperware skies
Whilst clouds cry salty tears from irritated eyes
The night brings fear of the day soon to come
Sleep brings dreams; a refuge for some
But dreams of paralysis to me are nothing new
I’m frozen to the spot now, a nightmare statue
Get up, get dressed, there’s a stone to shove
To earn my reward from those up above
So I can pay all the bills that I can't afford
Until rich enough to indulge in offshore tax fraud
Forked tongue liars selling snake oil on TV
Doesn't really mean all that much to me
When smashed bits of porcelain cover the floor
And howling creatures are scratching at the door
Eyes once blue begin to turn steely grey
Cynicism bites and eats the child in me away
Soon to be a figment of an ephemeral past
I suppose some things just aren’t meant to last

Wandering the well-worn grooves,
Listening to the echoes
of my possible futures and pasts,
En el jardin de senderos que se bifurcan