Old enough to know what better could be
and better enough to understand that everything
I see is my perception of it

if I share this and you don't care for this
no one loses
no one wins
we will not die
time still spins
around the dial

you must remember,
Facebook is like a cookbook,
it's full of recipes
which seldom turn out like
the pictures we see

and at 21:33
although for some it won't be
I bid you a goodnight.

Monday and so soon
and
that's what I said
when talking with the Moon
and the Moon agrees
so
she shifts the seas for me
and I,
quite magnificently
arise from the oceans
of her eyes.

still Monday.

Bread soaked in milk?

I wonder if that memory was mine or has time overtaken me to leave me so doddery that I fell into someone else's reverie.

jeeesus it's Sunday give me a break.

A green soap and sugar hot poultice?
take no notice of me
I'm still in someone else's memory.

I don't think electricity was invented back then when I was a boy so we saved flashes of lightning in old pickle jars and we had a candle in the barn in case of emergency.

A backup was useful unless it was the toilet and then that was useless,
We could never have foreseen that back then we were really living the dream.