Friday
and though not on a desert isle with Crusoe
with the sun beating down on me,
I could be,
but no
here I am on a carton of land being led by the hand to who knows where and I swear on the book of who gives a... shucks! is that the time?

Coffee.

I began
then I was a man
what happened to childhood?

I can't remember when
the years passed and then
I can't remember when.

I dried my tears
on the pillows of years
and as my fears cascaded
I faded away.

While they're looking for parallel worlds we can't even get it right on this one,

..'oh, go on..' said the duckling turned into a beautiful swan.

it's all songs and fairy tales
the things that we believe in.

we're taking a hiatus
so you
can hate us
even more,
but
closing the door quietly
and giving society
what they need.

Politeness will **** us
they're indifferent to deference
they'll have us swabbing decks
before they stretch our necks.

Happy?
if you say so,
I don't know
although
things
could be a lot worse.

Sleep plays hide and seek
but keeping my cool, I
found it underneath the stars
reflected in a midnight pool.

and today I wondered where I was
because I didn't know.

Night again, the same refrain,
owls that hoot at me
there's no escape however late
and that's how things will be

Oh good
I don't have a psychosis
wrong diagnosis
Doctors
are red in the face.

There is always interference
low ceilings
little clearance
but perseverance gets us through
even when we think we're through
we're not.

She tells me
to keep taking the pills and to
make the tea.
She tells me lots of things and
I usually agree.

With a name like Victor
I thought he would have been braver,

today was pretty much like working in the geriatric unit
all that moaning and coughing and begging Jesus to save him
and he's only got a touch of the 'flu
but what could I do?
well
I gave him a tissue and said bless you
about a million times,

I'm off to drown my sorrows in *****
and tomorrow's another day.

The shipping forecast
me
at half mast
sailing into port.

Behave,
it's Tuesday and
not a day I'd choose day
but beggars can't be
choosers
some are not even losers,
only lost.

I wonder what wonders of the modern age
will fill me full of rage today,
the best?
the greatest?
the latest in a long line?
seems funny to me that the greatest thing since sliced bread
is bread that isn't sliced.

Crepes and a vape, but
carrots and such are all the same shape
regulation size and win a prize for trying.

fifteen minutes of my life I'll never see again
I leave them all to you.