When your body wants to weight-lift but your brain is in a slump, when someone clumps along the hallway with such a noise that makes you jump
and you know that it's a Friday but the boys will have to wait, it's only been a week but look at me in such a state and I'm tired right to the bone, want to stay inside at home and eat crisps, watch Netflix and drink Darjeeling tea.

Me, me, me and me, it's always me that ends up making tea
She says a real man would drink Assam or even Lapsang Souchong,
( which I thought was a Martial Art but apparently it's not )

The chewing gum bubble goes pop as I stop at the edge at the top of the mountain and Sisyphus says, 'you again?'
and it is me again, but I can explain. It's a dream that's recurring at thirty-three and a third, so I'm sharing it with you.

Then I wake and shake off the feeling that life's full of knocks, as there's a ring at the door. I think, a wedding? I untangle myself from myself and the bedding, but it's only the postman, and his name's not Pat.

The bathtub fills slowly as I swallow the pills
that the Doctor assured me would ease all of life's ills
and the chewing gum bubble goes pop.

Anyway
I mistook him for the crook in
Great Expectations
turned out
he wasn't Magwitch
at all.

Estella
was beautiful
enough to make a young boy
tearful.
I never mistook her
not once.

We're not there yet
so
stop your squawking
or
you'll end up walking

he drives on
they go on and on
whiney
whiney
time he
got to where
he's going.

I'm going
my age is
showing me
the way,
dining on the years
getting fatter on my fears
but
I'm not there yet.

I blink as I rise
wipe the sleep
as She sighs
unaware,
make the tea
just for me,
She,
when
She's awake
will take
coffee and then break
her fast.

all roads lead to home.

When you think you might tank
when walking the plank
you're probably right.

We're all
buccaneers
or
privateers
with an eye patch
to catch the attention
of
maidens
or
mermaids.

Those ladies from Tortuga
could **** ya
and you'd be happy that they
looked your way.