Writing Lost in Spider Trails
nails one more poet to the door,
but raise those webs of wonder high
and stop the ****** war.

it's when you're in the lifeboat and the ship's already sunk and the waves are eight feet high and you feel as if you're drunk
then your brain goes on hiatus like that hernia you had
and the captain says
as a matter of fact, things are looking bad.

but things have always looked the worst just before the morning sun
the man who gave me that little gem is the one known as Ben Gunn and he rose to prominence from the pen of Stevenson.

just ramblin' here and it must be time for breakfast.

Should have been in Reno
at the very least Denver
or 'Frisco
but they wouldn't let me go
so
I'm sitting here in Wapping
chopping firewood for a shilling
and She's off out there shopping
God's got a lot to answer for.

Here on the edge of obscurity where the prophets sit back and study me, looking forward and I might say quite anxiously to what obscurity has got in store for me,
but it is
filled with incredible people from the known world and way back to the Neanderthal,
the forgotten ones
the ones who'd never be forgotten but were
they're all there and I'm going to be there too
unless you
remember me.

When you're up for what you're up for
and the magistrate says, take him down,
turn that frown into a smile and tell him
I'll see you in a little while.

he'll worry like a terrier
add another year to the stretch
he's already given ya,

but you'll forget
sat in the cell
watching the colour TV.

That numbing feeling
scrolling
through Facebook,
but it took that
to make me relax
oh
and a bottle of wine.

Then I listened to
my heartbeat
to check that it
was still there,

work?
jeez it was tough today
no time to play
it was nose to the wheel
and I wondered
quite idly
what the **** am I doing this for?

Routine?
I need it
it feeds me,
She tries to lead me astray
and I say
not tonight darling
but then it is morning
and I have a smile on my face.