Sometimes
there are not enough hours in the day to fit in all the work they want to put in my way so I chill and take time out to recall another fall, one time, the bread line, that me which was me for a long time and suddenly I find that the hours fit into the day just fine.

I'm going to meet Don,
Quixote or Corleone
it depends on the book.

And I moan when I think it's not all about me but it's all about me and any fool can see that except for this **** who's writing this twaddle.

Dropping like flies
and
it could be the spray
or it could be
the brick wall
you put in their way.

If it's not one thing
it's another
as Mother often said to me

and all that now is history,

but they're still out there
fighting a war.

What a load of..
..take that road off
the map,
but
we all go down it in the end
some make believe that it's a friend,
I believe that it's a foe
thus I shall not go.

1965
and
little squirts asking,
'penny for the guy'

these days everyone dresses like a guy
and a penny's not any use
anymore.

They call it daylight saving
I call it daylight robbery
and can you tell me
who is saving it
and for what?

it'll probably pop up on the stock exchange
buy shares in sunlight
get your sums right and
you could be on an earner.

In a minute
or a millennium?
each infinite to a flea
at the sub-quantum level.

What counts is how time is used.

Just went off the clock and look what happened,
think
I might need my wits sharpened.

The centurion in me says
I'm off to the opera
to watch La Traviata
with my alma mater,
but
alma mater
means something different now

everything changes.