You don’t know the language, the culture or anything. You’re feeling like a lost puppy walking around this new place. I know that, I’ve been there. I am there. But at the end of the day, you’re just the new kid for a while. Soon you will know what you’re doing. Give it time.

The woman downstairs is angry
She asks:
Why do you shut the stars out and not let the moonlight in?
I think, but not say:
Listen *****, the night is bright and bustling
And I just want to ******* sleep
I want to forget the pleasantries and just heal
From the day, the week, the year
Of this seemingly inconvenient life of mine
Hating yourself is easier in the dark
Being hopeful seems easier when nobody is looking
I just want to ******* sleep

Has a petrol-head called Clarkson
run out of speedy road to park on?
Because of his late meal,
his producer got a weal.
Now his fans wail: “Oh Dear!
It’s a dead  end for “TOP GEAR.”

Seems the wheels have come off
for this brazen non-PC toff.
Is it the end of the ride
for Chipping Norton’s pride
and no clear  Right of Way
for chums Hammond and May?

No sensible man would scupper,
his own TV slot for a cold supper.
Yet there’s alpha males who dread,
TOP GEAR’S due for a feminist retread.
Go girls! Vroom! Vroom! Time for you instead.

TOBIAS

I know you hate it when I sleep
Because your anger is rarely more intense
Than when I shut my eyes
Comfortable on the couch
Wedged between the cushion and the back
Eyes heavy
Drooping
Trying desperately to stay awake for you.

I don't ever want to hear "I don't care"
Come from your mouth again.

An old school pal of mine, far
more academic, came from a
better street, was seen entering
Aldi where he purchased a 12
pack of multiplied misery, A.M.

Accumulated Alcohol as it is
known, high octane dregs, low
shelves, subliminally wrapped
in seductively visual colours,
conveniently close to check out.

Tomorrow, the same routine,
but elsewhere, high ****** Lidl,
because secrecy is paramount
when self deception becomes
a bi-product of ones addiction.

i told myself i would
not wait for love

but what am i to do
if he is standing
right here
beside
me?

I don't want to live like Brian;
I don't want to live by dying.
Everybody wants to love him;
He doesn't know how to let them.

I don't want to be like Brian;
I know when he smiles he's trying
To regain the feeling --
The love, the pain, the healing.

It's overwhelming being
Obligated to love her back.
Love's a burden,
A burning match --

He holds it,
Watching it turn black,
But he doesn't feel the heat.