black, bitter coffee,
baggy eyes, tired being,
sorry existence.

To drink
Or not to drink
It is a question of taste
A pleasant cuppa
For a song of the sailor
Rhymes on the table
Reflections on forever
I know your love has no measure
Beyond the jealousy I watch from that eye
Is it he that walks by in starry skies
All of these are uncertain
Like my job at Wigan Pier
Will you send me something for earthly me
A student for policing
Or an apprentice for teaching
I have done my duty poorly
As a father figure
At least as malice doth give us
We could cherish the chalice
From the bottom of the drowning sorrows
I had given it my all
It was a well-fashioned foot soldier
In a daring hermit's costume
I died with clothings and old age, fulminating till my last breath

A Man Has Fallen In The Lake In Lego City
Prepare the rescue helicopter...

HEY!!!

Build the new rescue helicopter, and off to the rescue!
Lower the stretcher and make the rescue!

I LIKE TO SAY YOUR NAME

I like to say
your name

when you're
not here

turn you
into sound

conjure you out of
thin air

so that you appear
before me

dressed in sound
only

memory sketching in
the rest of you

as if sound
was just an outline

and love
colours you in

adding the voice last
so I can hear you say.

"Hello you..!"
and there you are

as present
as present

can be.

I like to say
your name

when you're
not there.

fairy tales
are told
in black and
white.

life
is
grey.