The giant roared
'Fe Fi Fo Fum
I smell the blood
of an Englishman'

I smell petrichor
and go merrily on my way.

my lips are dry and cracked
woke up
my body wracked with pain
and doubt,

it could be worse
I could be wrecked

it was and is a normal start
I hear the beating of my heart
I am alive
even more so
with a cup of Joe.

It's Tuesday
said Joe Friday,

wish I was at
77 Sunset Strip
but no one remembers
that place.

Last night
so hot
slept on top
of the duvet,

She says
ha
you were underneath
snuggled up like a bunny
all night,

funny how I don't remember it
that way,
but of course
She might be right.

I can feel her
in my head
what we talked of
the things She said

I can feel her in my head.

What have we got now?
tablets in the cabinet
that can cure almost everything,
for a price

headaches
backaches
(faceaches and arseaches excluded)

can't get it up?
swallow that capsule down and
you'll be on the moon in no time at all.

remedies for maladies, even more for
global conspiracies, real or imagined
and we imagine that there's lots of those,

Pills from birth until death
pills to help you catch your breath,
pills to thin the blood
pills that make you feel
pills that look so good
pills that numb you
pills that dumb you down
everything's available
in every single town.

terms and conditions apply.

I have a secret that keeps me in tip-top
but I'm not telling it to you because you'll
pass it on and before not too long everyone
and their mother will know and it won't be
a secret no more.

It's still Summer
but
everyone knows that.

Sweating and getting
sweatier,
but I'm not her
She's
only perspiring.