Interesting
when you realise that you're the only one who can do anything and do nothing.

sting in the tail?
and
that's the reason we fail when we try to try because we don't try at all.

I wanted chips but didn't want to peel the potatoes
who knows
I could have had chips if I did

and that is the want in you
you don't want to
and wonder
what would happen
if you did.

when you're near enough and fear enough I shall tell you stuff that'll make you quake and then you'll know what fear really is.
but maybe not
maybe
the black spot
will remain
in Blind Pew's
hand.

Would you sail off with me across the sea for hidden gold
and forget everything you've ever been told about the skull and
crossed bones?

would you head inland on an island or would you stay within reach of the beach listening to the waves?

does serenity suit you?

when the only way out is to get right back in and make a splash
wait for the dark and wait for the sharks

nothing ever leaves you it just goes away for a while.

I wanted to go to Butlins
but ended up here at
Pontins
and not even the
contipontinental
one,
no,
it was
the one at
Camber Sands,

the camber was obvious to me
the beach sloped down to the sea
the sands were sandy which was handy
for building castles,

that is it
glad I got that off my chest.

It's long john weather said Long John as he put on his long johns and his pirate crew who were shivering their timbers as crews do when the weather turns your fingers blue agreed.

My wife shakes her head
and tells me to come back
to bed,

I reply
aye aye, Captain.

writing alone is a
dangerous way to pass the time
much better to pass go and
collect two hundred.

But I'm just a seam in
this place,
are you
dreamin' of me?

She,
says maybe
come be my baby,
tonight

looks alright
to me.

Who thought a Caledonian sleeper was a lump of wood under a Scottish train track?

come on, don't hold back

oh
just me then?

listening as the cracks appear and another notch gouged in my ear to remind me that nothing is now as it was
but I'm still here,
still me in the mirror,
or rather
an older version,

the original was lost,
it was
a bit like me but not me

Things we
outgrow and sometimes we don't know we outgrow
because we don't miss them,

how can I be the only one
tell me I am not
because the Caledonian sleeper
has got me worried.