In my head
I'm already in bed
horror
shock
not even
nine of the clock

I'm on my way out
one of those oldies
you all talk about

See you at the beginning
of the way in
to tomorrow.

Can't decide if the days are getting longer,
am I  getting older, whether work is that much harder
or is Christmas the elephant in the room?

Busy little lickspittles can never tell the time
involved as they are in pouring out His Lordship's wine,  

I know the date and time, the year it is and what
is mine and She?
ah
She says are you writing poetry?

not likely
I lie,
but
She gives me the eye
and we
start rhyming.

Half awake
Half asleep
the question arises
which half do I keep?

Yesterday
I
almost burned out
turned out it was a false alarm.

Today
which it probably is
I'll take things a bit slower
and
go at a reasonable pace.

The question that arose
where the answer is on the tip of my nose
or should that be my tongue?

That guillotine is still there
biding its time
waiting to share the joy.