I once went prospecting for gold
was told it was up in those hills
I found bugga all bar some soil
and black coal,

The doctor prescribed me some pills.

it's time for,
prayer for the day

I hope
I make it down
or up
depending
on which way
I'm going.

I opened my eyes and it was raining
it would probably have been raining
if I had kept them shut but then..
..and then
I thought what then?

see how thoughts are cut down in their prime.

coffee tastes the same in spite of the rain
the radio still plays and
the day's still the day I woke into.

it's 5:15 or 5:16
and I wonder if this is known as
living the dream.

There's not much to do when there's not much to do and there's not much we can do about it,
yes
we can sit and stare at the four walls that also sit there
or
perhaps it's a mindset issue, and there's not much we can do unless we address it.

I wrote an address once
the letter came back
address unknown
which reminds me of an
Elvis song
and has nothing to do whatsoever
to whatever this is about
except the
'nothing to do' bit

back to sitting and staring
wearing my eyes out
thinking of something to do.

'I'll be back'
and so it was

teacher
orator
sin
terminator.

cut short
just like this poem.

They inject me with a serum
and I see them
they are the
digits in a test tube

zero one and zero one
and it goes on
binary
fine by me
it's just the needles
that I don't like.

but getting old is
one more thing
that I don't like

so
inject away
I'll be zero or maybe one
for at least a day
in the sun.

He rose from the grave
came out of the cave
and I had to go to work.

I know which one is a miracle
and those who know me
know too.

Another remembrance day
to get in the way
of things we'd rather forget
but not totally
or we'd be royally *******.