What?
it's at least an hour before breakfast
the sun might rise before then.

There is something in the way it wanes
that freezes the blood within my veins,

The evening song.

she is the lover that leaves me bereft
and suddenly
the night has left and daylight comes
we sing again.

But wait!
it's Wednesday he said in dismay
or maybe that was last may
and
now it's September,

this may hurt and it probably did.

Before now it was now
and now it's still now
so
what happens
now?

Some days I burn and
other days I smoulder,
it has nothing to do
with my age
although to be fair
I am getting older.

She says,
you're smoking
sizzling on the grill
isn't it time that you
took another pill.

Sometimes
She kills me
by setting me on fire.

Dinosaurs still live
there's no doubt about it
I have just stepped in
some dinosaur ****.

Not relevant
and not a fukin elephant either
I know a dinosaur when I see one
and he goes off on one
which he tends to do more of
these days.

They know what we don't know
and we know that they do
they like to
keep their little secrets secret,

it's almost as if they're in a society
and a secret society too.

It's all gone a bit ******
a tad barking
too much dooby do you
take sugar with your tea
Frank?

Chaos is
when your mind becomes unglued and you're body is being abused by the constant pounding that it takes and you know that you're becoming detached from social ******* with everyone and no one understands that sometimes silence is the key,

oh
and where is the key to silence?

of course it is,
it's in amid the chaos and it laughs at us and our endeavours to get a hold of it

and your eyes come out on stalks when nobody talks
and nobody notices and if they do, would they tell you?
the hell they would.