Friday
Raindrops fleck neon's flash
Friday night's here at last.
Used to mean freedom to me
cash in my wallet, friends to see.
I'm older and don't dig the city no more.
Got mouths to feed
I'm just above being poor, but
the streaks of rain
cause memories to soar
fresh aftershave city to explore,
though I wouldn't think twice
of hitting the clubs again,
I remember feeling free
when I was younger back then.
And I remember feeling lonely
too often,
sometimes my only friends
were at a bottles bottom.

Thursday's twilight
in the realm of dusk
somber battle lines
breaching horizon's outpost.
Wind blasts to advance
the march of night
daylight flees in silent disgrace.

It's in your eyes,
your smile,
the warmth you bring,
it's in your passion,
the lightness to your infectious laughter, the tenderness of your touch, the silence of your understanding, the toughess of your stance, the class of your character. It's in your parental devotion,
your generous nature,
your caring and self-sacrefice.
It's in your strength, in your dignity,
it's in your companionship,
it's in your being,
it surrounds you and flows through you without your knowing.
Its more than any one thing,
it's more than all combined.
It is you,
it is your love I can't cope without,
and I give you mine.
I love you G.
happy Valentine's xxxx

Woosie Tuesday
dreary blues day
head melted like a clock by Dali.
Willing time to quicken
but it's a
chained frantic junkyard dog: going nowhere beyond where it should.
Blustery Tuesday
frustratingly slow day
error ridden and awkwardly dragging sideways.
Been dotting t-s, crossing i-s
confused by afterthoughts
and should've saids.
Some days were made for beds

Monday's made for yawning,
watery eyes,
groggy headed morning,
takes two hours and some change
before I'm performing
somewhere close to normal.
I'm not fishing for pity,
but it's still dark when
I reach the city,
yet sometimes its
oh so pretty
when the sun paints it's colours
on you.

We are a zoo
there are many animals
housed within
some are protected
by our prison
some pace frantically
clawing for freedom
some are timid
and keep themselves hidden
sometimes they battle for dominance
sometimes they're peaceful sometimes they're driven to violence
sometimes they're docile
sometimes they're irrational
sometimes they take over
our wild animals are all
emotional.

I can't fix your hope
if its shattared or broke
Can't change where you've been,
where you're at
or where your going.
If you decide to be taken
by ocean or pavement
needles in the basement
or another definitive arrangement
I can't stop you,
though I hope you'll pull through
perceive a different view
find a strength within you.
Life's got more to give
but you've gotta
build your own  bridges
to reach where it is.
I can't do this for you,
but I'll be here if you need me too
even if it's just to shoot the breeze or to lean on