It looks like it'll be midnight forever
and Summer will never come,
clouds have taken up residence and
pocketed the Sun.

Friday brings me cheer
it should be a barrel of beer.
but cheer will have to do.

Funny how I can catch my breath when I can't catch a bus,

I caught a cold and that wasn't funny,
a *** of
tea with ginger and honey fixed it
it nearly fixed me too.

if there's a next time
there'll be no tea for me
it'll be fortified wine,

and if there's a time after that
there'll be time for that after.

For now
a bottle
of port,
caught my eye and
I'm still catching my breath.

I'm watching the clock
it does nothing but tick,
still watching it though,
in case it's a trick.

Time wearing Oxford Bags
drags me along,
next stop Tin Pan Alley
going for a song.

I'm watching the clock
the big hand waves me goodbye
the little hand's scratching its backside
it must be time for work.

I'm waiting
for what comes after Facebook,

to say it's 'old hat'
is a bit hit and that
is an understatement.

If the feed is all you need
try the grain store.

She applied makeup to her face on the tube
i was astounded
because at every station she applied more foundation,
her face became the base of a mountain,

oh and the hues she used fused with her complexion
creating a connection with something far greater.

I've always found it funny
when those who insist
on telling you
what to do
get the needle
when you say
'*******'

but
what is the sauce for the goose
is the noose around your neck.

it can only scar me
and that doesn't scare me.

Wednesday and the clock ticks on
midnight and the day will be gone
I'll still be here
rattling the chains,
and moaning
like the wind.

Everything's made of paper mache
except for sushi.

jesus and some say hey zeus,
man and god indeed.

There is no trap
we are the trap
in a cell with a bell for the butler
who dresses as a warder.