Corned beef hash and crusty bread fresh from the oven,
not that supermarket tripe they pass off as the genuine article but the real stuff that Mum made, not forgetting the lemonade which she didn't make but tasted just as good,
we were poor but we always had a full belly, usually full of wind after all that fizzy.

On the 5th day when it was raining, he decided to put off going to work and anyway, he had to think of how to lay out the garden.
Secondly what name could he give it that would live on?
So he had a *** or two ( Katie's Mountain Dew) wasn't available and sat back.

Later
when he realised that someone was needed to water the plants he created Madam but being slightly drunk he'd created an Adam instead, a thought then occurred, I'd better give him a bird (it seems he'd jumped ahead to the sixties ) and as it was evening time he created and called her Eve,

so that's how it began, a man a woman and a garden which needed seeding,
the first thing for Adam was to build a den for when Eve got riled up and kicked him out of the marital bed and when that happened he'd have somewhere to go,

on the fifth day, the fifth letter of the alphabet was created,
E, and as Adam was in his den the creator decided to call the garden Eden,

warped sense of humour if you ask me.

If it never happened to you
be thankful
because there's a world of pain out there.

To get through it
some count the cracks in the sidewalk
some count how many red cars they can see
some like me live life in solitary,
or I did
but it all crowds in again,

I pressed escape on the Dell
and it didn't work
I'm still here,
daren't press full stop because
that might work.

Waiting for Thursday
and someone tells me that she's dead!
when did that happen?
I enjoyed her show.

jacks hammer

There's a dinosaur
outside my door
making such a row
I think it's called an excavator,
I call it a selfish cow.

What a noise
can hardly sleep
dig, dig, dig and
beep, beep. beep
I think that when it's in reverse
it's filling in the holes it digs
and that is even worse.

What a waste of bleedin' time
diggin' holes outside of mine
fillin' in with concrete mix
building homes with
stickle brix

I wish the thing would go away
I need to sleep a bit today.

In ten million years from now
that ****** rotten
selfish cow
will be extinct and
so will I.

Everything is crammed into a second, and for a second, there's a thought that you may have passed into the beyond—a fleeting thought that evaporates as you open your eyes, and... bingo, it's the world again. What a surprise.

Dreams are an odd thing
some bring you happiness and joy
then
oh boy
some are full of mystery,
esoteric, exotic,

you
can't pick what you dream about.

You think that you're viewing
picture postcard towns,
but these are the hard towns
the men dyed in the wool towns
where no one ever gets full towns
poor places
children with gaunt faces
looking like old folk
and
towered over by the spires
of a higher power
and what good did that ever do?

gave them smallpox,
rickets and the flu
and what did they do?

they fukin prayed
thinking that'd save them
from Eliot's footman.

they tore them down
the old towns and
got shot of them,
good riddance,

but they're thinking up
new tortures,
be careful out there.

In the background
a siren
or
a car alarm
hard to tell with all that noise
but one or both are loud enough
to wake the dead,

I was awake ages ago
pains and such you know
too many late nights and
street fights
they all take a toll
but
I'm still rolling

wish the ache would stop
wish that noise would stop,

She says, darling
it's all in your head
and that would wake the dead.