It looks like I'll be canoeing to work today,
I had a kayak but ate it ( old joke but so what )

In my mind I've already finished and am back at home, that's in my mind, but it doesn't make it so and so which is not a needle pulling thread although that too is in my head it'll be off to work I go.

Rambles on and on as if the record's stuck.

There is more to do than can be done
so little time and what there is revolves around me,
the earth around the sun, the bullets in the chamber
lining up within a gun.

Do I know?
I don't know but the answers are there
everywhere you look,
obvious to me that
I don't look in the right places.

Sunday not sundae
sweet or sickly
both are crying out
please pick me,

I pray for guidance
to the satnav
she tells me to
go straight
for four miles.

I wonder what she means
by
go straight.

Remember the interview
no
and neither did you
because
they wouldn't allow it

and yet
I sat with you
told you secrets
let
you know
things

You
told me more
in the light that
shone
from your words.

We see her
pretend
not to know her,
but
she is the shadow
in the valley,
far below us.

I look nothing like the old me
or so She told me,
but I think her prescription
needs looking at.

this is from the last will and won't it be Sunday tomorrow.