We hang on to that hanging on and it'll hang us in the end but we're too scared of the letting go and that too will **** us in the end,

there's probably a solution
Scotch and soda comes to mind.

Well we'll all get drunk on dismal
and discuss these midnight blues
hanging on to distant memories
some things you never lose.

son of a gun
up before the sun
again.

Tuesday has a way of ******* the juice out of a lemon and I'm still deciding if I want lime.

When you know it's going to be midnight all day long which is not as long as a piece of string in case you were wondering, take a flashlight.

All those prayers I said and I still have to get out of bed
something went wrong somewhere.

I miss all of them
those fine ladies
the gentlemen,
the ones who went before their time
the ones who were the friends of mine.

no coming back
except in memory,
some laughing
some haunting me
some just sit there
and stare at me,


I still miss them all.

..and who will you be today?

Today Mathew,
I will be sober and industrious.

that little known double act.

My eyes migrate from the back of my head
and opening slowly, see I'm still in bed and
it's Monday so I lay for a while.

There must be a fault
I want to grind to a halt
but my body insists that
I rise and make coffee,

if they could you know that they would
put a license fee on dreams,

no dreams for me last night.

Okay so they say is okay
but Monday?
okay
I can do several more before
twenty twenty-four.

I walked into Sunday night almost blindly, almost as if I was walking into the light.

Monday awaits the wakeful
and as near to dreadful as a
penny comic.

I'm being stoic about it
and I will wake and get through it
all it takes is a little patience.

We abandoned Christmas
in favour of Gift mass,
this was foretold and
did come to pass.

I once passed
wind
by,
er,
no
I once passed go
but the bank was shut
the teller who was outside
told me that on the inside,
it was utter chaos,

the mortgage foreclosed on
nowhere to go, son
we'd better find a stable
for the night.