When we've seen it, we still don't believe it and so we shelve it.

New things and odd things are like loose cannons; they can blow your socks off or you can get your rocks off, but whatever floats your boat, no judgment from me.

We're unmade and undone, and we make out that it's fun,
I don't believe that and I've seen it.

and where do we go from here?
Christmas is soon and then the new year,
which will be like the old year,
but with a different number.

Plum duff is *** stuff; you can ask Cap' Morgan, he's more than willing to say it is so.

The Autumn evenings are drawing in
and it looks to me
like they're drawing in
wet paint,
but it's only rain.

My eyesight's not what it used to be
it's not that I can't see
it's just that I see things
the way that they are.

.
She told me to get my hair
cut,
I said,
it'll end up on the cutting room floor

but, I say
it
could be used as one of the outtakes,

She
shakes her head
in that tut tut kind of way
and
the haircut is on for today.

To be in the woods and to sit on a log
cigarette in hand and by my feet the
trusty dog, which is ancient in dog years,
bliss.

peace and why it is good for me
watching as leaves fall silently
from trees that grow so majestically,
bliss.

bugs that scurry as bigger bugs worry them
fights to the death and life for one of them
centipedes like armies marching in on them
and wood lice are nice to me as I sit on the log
that they're eating for tea.

We're all being continued in another episode, someone writing something until we're fit to explode, cliffhangers like coat hangers that hold us and I think that the good lord should have told us that this is where we're held in great esteem.

At the circus
under the big top
waiting for the drum roll to stop
and the flying trapeze to fly,

but that was a dream.

Nothing to do with poetry
just the endless routine
of knowing it's a dream
and dreaming it again.

No kicking
punching
scratching
biting
write in
if you think
these rules are harsh.

Well.
'I've been to Harlem
I've been to Dover'
but I never felt I'd
been ****'d over
until I saw that
these are the nightjars
the birds that haunt you.

Nature being full of wonder
and cowshit
makes one stop to think for a bit
on life's imponderables.