They're still here.
sometimes in the bathroom
the kitchen, the hall,
sometimes hidden so well
I can't see them at all
but
they're still here,
sometimes in the living room,
which is really peculiar
because they're all dead,
sometimes in my head
scrambling my brain
sometimes I think
that it's me
and I'm insane.

What it is
to be
something other
than
what it is.

sometimes
inertia wins
but I always rise
               to fight again

Well,
she asked
what are you doing next week?
and I replied
oh
I might go motorboating

when she picked herself up from the floor
and dried her tears of laughter
she said,
'say what?'

I had to google it,
but I meant speedboating.

haha living and learning.

If we are made up of elements
they must have made me from old
kettles and two-bar fires.

Ironworks
gasworks
electric works
even blasted roadworks
but nothing ever works
out right.

I am on the cusp
but
I developed a lisp,
then I fell over
so
it must have been a list.

Thanks to the Giant in the beanie hat
for that little pun.

I never won the lottery
not surprising really,
I didn't buy a ticket

I saw the long queue
and thought *** it,
but
I could have won it
if I'd done it.

Coffee.
the first cup's
just a waker upper,

the second,
is sheer extravagance

Jaws.
well
that's what some doors are
waiting to swallow you
up.

We go through them anyway
hoping for a different outcome
thinking we're Jonah
and that we'll come out
the same way we went in.