The road ahead
dead
'cept
for the shadows that race across the face of the man that wanders alone, and the sun barely risen, it could be an interesting day, could be enjoyable in so many ways.

The road ahead,

I am led here blind
seeing nothing
feeling nothing
hoping for everything
grateful for anything,

some thing or something touches me
and I shiver
yet still warm from the sun,

'son of a gun'
I'm only dreaming.

There's a dog barking
or it could be a dog fox
I don't care
I can't find my socks

morning dark and
it's too early for a stroll
in the park
so
here I am
the barefoot man,
the barking goes on.

Breakfast would have been curds and whey
but I bought fresh milk on the way home yesterday
so
It'll be corn flakes,
sugar is optional
which I find to be unusual
but what do I know?

work then at noon until ten
I think that
they're taking the proverbial,
short of staff or Falstaff?
either way
I'm not laughing.

however there is
lots to be thankful for
like
bars on the windows
heavy-duty bolts on the door
sometimes
I wonder what the police force
is for

the inner voice says,
to keep the doughnuts
safe.

Today
started well enough
and I thought that
I'd do some stuff
but
look at it now

overcast

**** and blast
I'll
have to do nothing
which I'm very good at.

I gambled with my life
it seems like I won
and yes I'm still here
looking for some fun

then when I thought I was done
with the odds on chance of being
She
in her wisdom
taught me
how I could be free in

a world
that She would be in
for me.

Too much alcohol
that's why I'm weary
and my eyes are bleary
not because I'm weary,
but because I've just
woke up.

round and round in
bags under the bags
under my eyes
I'm old
so
that's no surprise

I've seen too much
and someone
at the back of the
theatre
shouts
so have I
get off the stage.

She
told me that I needed to relax
relax?
that won't help me
after last night
I need therapy.

I put words down on paper
which is an escape from
speaking them out
loud.