There is a website builder
called Spider
who is probably not kosher
which just goes to show you
that you can't trust
anything.

That could be poetry,
I refer to it
as the onset of senility.

Christmas wouldn't seem like Christmas if it was Christmas every day.

I think christ on the cross that would be a loss if we lost out on how special it was.

Okay
Okay
I'm barely awake
the universe needs to give me a shake
and up now, ready to go

someone wants to know
why didn't I go years ago?

all in good time,
time and a quarter
time and a half
double time on Bank Holidays,
which include Christmas days

why isn't it Christmas every day?

When the sun shines and your eyes beam and the world seems like a rollercoaster that's the most I could wish for,

I do not want diamonds or gold my riches shall come as we grow old together.

Haven't we all had that
the pit-a-pat before the boom
before the room starts spinning
when your heart starts beating harder

and the sweating
thinking you might be getting somewhere
then suddenly
you're awake,
screaming for god's sake,
these dreams will be the death of me.

you might deny it
and that won't affect me,
but honestly
haven't we all had that?

It's not your fault

the lines on your face

are familiar seismic places

some are lakes

some are caves

some have seen their better days

but the thought of you

hiding a hundred years

of advanced technology

from your ovaries

and letting them wither away

keeps paranoia from lowering its

drawbridge

Would you trade them in
to begin again,
empty the memory store
get rid of all the pain
and the joy?

sepia seeping out of you
and the brightness of a future
flowing in,

would you
trade them in?