The days are rolling on into more days the longer I go on and everything's becoming a blur, it's all so fast-paced.

A need to step aside, to get off this mad ride and take a long deep breath.

Monday and why not?
it was Monday last week so this is probably a repeat.

I'm not complaining,
really.

We're here now so,
are we there yet?
becomes redundant.

...and then she said that she liked girls,
oh
just like me then,
and I don't like men
again just like me

we were hitting it off
but I think that I'd bitten off
more than I could chew,

she said, but Bro'
I like you though
and
I liked her

we shared lunch
and that's all.

President Turnip
approaches the onion
office

orange
in hand.

Hide but not seek
look
and don't peek,
some things we put away
and when that rainy day comes
we bring out the umbrella.

They give affirmations
have high expectations
and wait..

..and wait.

What went before them becomes a talking point on some forum where crusty academics dissect limitations.

I'm sitting in Suburbanville cutting pictures from magazines to stick in a scrapbook and thinking, I wish you were here.

Sunday
and still working away
no praying today
no new lamps for old
just a constant cold.

She tells me
that dreams can come true
but
only before midday on Sunday
and that
makes it all worthwhile.

Nighttime
or
Nightmare?

pictures
or
you weren't even there.

In a luxurious setting
getting the best
and a duckdown duvet
easing my rest
but
not satisfied

this is where the pied piper comes in
fluting his tunes
polluting the airs
more fukin nightmares

what can one do against a zoo of monsters  but feed them, pretend that you need them and then discard them.

Last seen
heading thataway
Saturday
on the lam.

Head it off at the ravine
Dean
said, Jerry.