When the axe chews into me
and I fall into obscurity
a
home for bugs to burrow into,
would you remember me
the once tall, majestic
tree
or will you forget?

Well?
hung
like poetry swinging on
a Samsung.

Pictures not included.

And it's done with for another day
the way it usually is
without a backward glance.

I'll be back
because I usually am
because that's what a working man
does,
he returns to the scene
time after time
and overtime
is never paid.

Yes, I, too, used to have a Friday Face
and it was always in a happy place
on my face as you would expect.

but it fell
as I fell from grace
no longer a Friday Face
just a face
in the crowd
not even allowed to smile.

To grin?
no
already been
seen too much grinning
sinning
winning
*** all,

the fall
the fell
tensing as well,

I'm getting a Pug
a plug ugly Pug
if only to make me look
more attractive.

Wow
what a night,
less sleep than a sleeping policeman
tossing and turning may be good for burning off the fat and the good Lord knows I got some of that but for resting?
last night was testing me.

dripping?
hardly got any kip in and someone's flamin' car alarm went off and on and one night I might get a decent sleep.

and now
because now always comes before then
I will take up my pen and poke my eyes out

haha not really
but surely
I have earned the right to sleep at night,

She sleeps on
unaware that the once youthful John
is getting older.

I'll keep that secret to myself.

It's just me seeing me when I look at we in the mirror, so no we, only me, but there's still two of who me is or who I am and we are joined at the point of reflection.

I chisel away a fractal a day,
thinking it will keep the Doctor away
but those Billy goats in white coats
takes notes and everything I say is
recorded.

Going Mad?

I don't believe I am
or ever having been,
the main reason being
I couldn't afford the fare.

Friday
soon,
She tells me to
go to sleep,
so
no supper then.