On this seventeenth day
a Friday looms
and yet I see no mills.

My reflection looks at him as I look in on me if only to see what I look like and I look like a dog-eared book.

Turn a page
open up the cage
and I could escape this chapter.

Laughter in the auditorium
when it should be at the crematorium
when they remember
me.

That won't be happening soon
as the dish said to the spoon,
I am not sure what was being referred to
and don't care to know.

She says,
that's a bit morbid for you
and I reply,
love you too
sweetheart.

That easy chair,
yes
the heavy one that was hard to move,
not so easy now is it?

I'm on the lounger
trying to scrounge a
cup of tea.

She's on the sofa
calls me a loafer
and says
make your own,

and a home's not a home
without putting some
work in.

ditched the idea of a shipping container
going to get me several big tents
one for me to live in
the others to rent on
LandBnB.

I'll have to nail them down in East London
things go walkies around here.

Footnote.
I toyed with the idea of getting some Yurts
but somehow the word yurts hurts

I have things to do
but I'm not sure what,

I got an early morning fugue
trying to find out who I am
and it's not yet breaking dawn
what was my name when I was born?

the fog lifts
the fugue departs
hell and all the handcarts
have rolled away
and today
I have things to do.

She sees through me
I must be paper-thin,
think again She says to me
and strokes my double chin,

but we are as we are
and to be fair
as we are has got me this far
so
no complaints from me.

Wheee two days free
but I'll still be up at five
watching the day crawl in.

Thought I was sorely tempted
to find I was only sore and
it was a real letdown

but I'm alright
two days free
why shouldn't I be?

She says
the bathroom needs tiling
those papers need filing
and before I can get a word in
She gives me that look.

thought I was free
alas
not to be.

Gullible's travels?
well
we're all fallible
aren't we?

There I was
because I was
there's no changing that,
but now
here I am
because I am
in a constant state of change.

Flux, which is not a swear word,
that's just a random additive
which they may put in your food.