I asked
are we finished yet
and was told by myself,
you've not even started yet.

*** this for a lark
which, by the way
is still asleep.

and it's not chocolates, Forrest,
life is a box of tiredness
where you're so sleepy
you put your socks
on the wrong feet.

I thought it was a plus sign
but it's a cross,
something else to hang around
my neck and weigh me down,

the sky
rock salmon pink
I think,
pretty.

always the to and fro
to stay or to go,
I think
that's the real question
William.

Cream in my coffee
because the
milk went sour
which we all do
at times.

I could be writing
something about second sight in
the third person,

but I'm eating crisps and drinking
Guinness
and Guinness they tell me or they used to
is good for you

and not only but also
it's Nigerian Guinness.

But I could be writing and
not getting tight in
this fine Summer evening.

*** it
I'll have one more
and that may be better
for me.

What about when we're not
together,

do you care
anyway?

Heartache has a way of
fueling my insomnia-
Envied only by
Caffeine

Little Bo-Peep had sold all the sheep
and concocted a tale to tell.

I'd like to sleep too,
but I bought all those sheep
and now I have to count them.

so much for nursery
the shepherd is cursing me
and Bo-Peep's dad looks mad.

What has that got to do with anything other than a brain wave and that'd be the brain waving me goodbye,

the sky looks promising
promising what you ask?

tasks:

puts on a shirt
***** collar
wonders who he should follow
on social media
gets needier
needs feeding
has a shave
shaking hands
face bleeding
and someone in the audience shouts
bleeding ugly.

Paracetomol
wears slippers
harder drugs are not ok
so
the pills
shuffle in instead of kicking in

life *****
Henry says
so do I

even the hoover has something to say.