They fell
we fall
some build
another wall
for them to
fall off
again.

When the world ends, which will probably be after a commercial break.

Not to put a damper on it, but we are not likely to know about it,
one minute we'll be here, the next, somewhere in the atmosphere and that's only if there's still an atmosphere to be here in.

Yes
times do look grim, the lights are growing dim and dim as in
the politicians that we've elected to lead us and where does that leave us?

back to the atmosphere
and
not one postcard saying
wish you here

Called in those
Town and Country Removals
it
didn't work

still in London
still in England.

feel cheated.

West Ham United play at home today, sadly I won't play at home today because I must work, I don't know about the wolf but working definitely keeps the Lamborghines from the door, maybe the wolf is watching West Ham.

I'm getting
an old Ford Prefect, perfect, a bit suspect, but what can I do?

just saying
a bit of praying works wonders

oh yeah
they said that about Double Diamond beer
and that just got me ******

Another day to ****** away
and it's getting 'otter
ha
see what I did there?

No?
suit yourself
I do,
but work beckons me
with its long skeletal finger.

it's Saturday
and She says,
that's right
but no prize for you
go to work and do what
you do

I'll see you later.

Tried and tested,
was
tired
now rested,

no change.

She smiled at me
it must be your age
She said,

If age is just a number and
I slumber until ten
and you shake me to wake me
what then?

Eurovision
on
Television,
televised
live.

Will you be watching?

not me
I don't have a TV.

The day has been torn away
I worked hard and am now
worn out,

Captain Morgan says
have a *** boyo,
I think he might be Welsh.

Whatever,
the dragon is upon me
the fire is within
I'll have a single ***
otherwise
it'd be a bottle of gin.

King,
Queen,
who have you been in a previous life?

Me,
a **** shoveller
or a
groveller.

no good pretending when you know your station and I'm getting off at the next one.

Well, you know everyone's been a Pharaoh.
but
I was still me in whatever century

She says
what are you waffling on about?

but that's Nefertiti for you

We saw waves crash against the shore
an orchestra played
and in black and white films
we knew they were getting laid.

All very quaint

and then when the music stopped
and the sea became calm
arm in arm
they would walk along the beach

in the old days
they had such nice ways
of telling a story.

Warm?
really?
oh,
seal me in a box with a few pairs of clean socks,

fukin warm?
are you mad
it's been baking

someone taking the proverbial
and up in Seven Dials
Sherlock's
thinking of *****

fukin ******.

Oh not me
says he
with a halo around his waist

haha
less haste and more amphetamines
or as we say
more speed

I need a drink.

Dance like no one is watching
because
no one is watching,

they're busy rolling their eyes
at the screen,
seen it
seen it
seen it
refresh screen it
looks like rain.

I dance like Zorba
a heartbeat
slow and rhythmic
no one watches
and
I don't care.

The sound of traffic below me and a light on to show me that I don't need the light on to hear.

ah!
Wednesday and its child should be full of woe
but no,
I feel no woe

just checking the calendar in case I got the days
mixed up
and no again
it's definitely Wednesday.

My morning cup of Joe
coffee is bad they say
but so is Wednesday,
they say that too
in fact
they say
that nothing is good for you.

I woke up and no pain
so I woke up again just to be sure,
and I was right,
I don't need the light on.

Beyond Meta
there may be something
better.

I do hope so.

Sinking under the weight of industrial wreckage
a victim of technological advances
we win and we lose

Plant-based plants
churning out
plant-based foods,

where are the protests?

stop killing our Kale
save our greens
love your aubergines

not happening yet
but it will

and
then it'll back to
steak
bacon
pork and lamb
and I'm as sure as I can be
about that.

How can it be the 13th today?
it being May
and of course it is,

I woke up
in a tizz
thinking I was late for work
and then remembered
they gave me a day free

whoopee

there's always housework
our work
'not only but also'
I must go
shopping.

I'll go out
or stop in,
the beauty of a free day is
whatever you do, you generally win.

Glad I woke early and as
this day stretches out ahead of me
I stretch out too

who am I to complain.

It was a fine box
a box with flowers on
and not a flower box
more of a pine box
which was fitting for
the occasion.

****** recognition?
rightyho
it's
ammunition for the state,

one day in the not to distant
you'll see yourself illuminated
find yourself incarcerated
and all because
you look like you do

so
what do we do but smile at the cameras
making sure they get a good angle on our jawlines.

it's here and we're done for
Sing-Sing will sing even more.

On the evolutionary scale
we're still picking off the ticks
from our prehensile tail
but oh, how we preen
and
look about to see who
might have seen us.

Singing
it's a long way to meet Queen Mary
it's a long way to Rome
Tipperary's just a pipe dream
I may as well stay home.

That'll not make the charts
chanted the group of old farts
who were all
sat on the seats reserved for the elderly
but
I don't expect thanks from that troupe
of ancient cranks,

I live in a world of my own.

What I should have done is put a round of potatoes in my spud gun and gone on a rampage and done some damage, but pacifism rules and my 'peacemaker' stayed in the holster.

Or it could be that I no longer care about tax hikes, electric cars and  electric bikes, the state of the economy, the way that they go on at me, do this, be that, take off your hat in church, yeah right! sit on your perch and who's a pretty boy? I want to scream out Floyd and pop the machine gun but those days too are gone, Capone's in the government, Kelly's still at war, Bonnie and Clyde have been taken for a ride and we won't see them anymore,

on the plus side?
and here I have to think

nope
I'll get back to you on that.

coffee.

Well, we all could be sat in the Vatican
eating haddock and chips from the pan again
but we're here again ******* on straws
the old ****** from an older Babylon

carry me on the shoulders of Christ
or cart me off with the horse.

Jeez it's Friday night in the township
ain't nobody hip anymore?

The previous maladministration was probably better than the present one,
adjustments have been made for flexibility in producing more waste and increasing poverty whilst inducing mass psychosis, not forgetting the unforgotten but countless
homeless,

so
how's it going for you?

please note:
it wasn't Covid that killed us,
it was being dragged through the streets like lepers while you were being told we were contagious,

outrageous?
so is everything these days.

A witness
witless
shifty eyes
and shirtless

recognised anyone yet?

but
not because I spotted him
or took a shot at him
that's just fake news.

******* emanates
from every
radio wave that permeates
the morning air

so glad I'm here
and not there
wherever there may be.

Still the witness
sat in the Oval
looking Gormless,
what
states we get into.

On the Island of Yesterday
not yet grey or foreboding.

Therapy.
some need it
like me

you
never did.

you hid behind
the mask of eyes
that stared

I never dared to

and what did it do
but make me the poorer,
dissecting
the thoughts of each day
each getting in the way
of
more thoughts to
dissect,

and cut away
to a Summer
when I was younger
and strong

now I struggle to
get along
still with the thoughts
that appear and dissolve.

I am a world that revolves
around a colder sun.

Before we began
even before the birds sang
and when Dinosaurs were in
at the birth
the Earth was a violent place.

so
not much change then.

Yeah
it goes the way of Saturday, and some say Saturday will take us all away, but I put that down to the mushrooms they eat.
I woke up ready to go back to sleep, thought I might keep this day for another day, but you and I know things don't work that way.

Easy come and don't you know
it's never easier to pack up and go
we all want a minute more.

Well,
I've come to terms with coming to terms,
terms and conditions apply.

Please wait in line,
the firing squad is experiencing delays

and we'd all like to delay
but the inevitable is generally the rule.

Making breakfast
enough to last
until supper,

not the last supper, I pray,
that's already been done to death.

Mesmorised
then demoralised
when
She closes her eyes.

The weekend arrives
but not for me,
I'm working, see,
but I can't see why,

it's never the other guy
who draws the short straw
it's always me
and I can't see why.

She says
stop whining
the sun's shining
Summer is almost here

aha
She's opened her eyes and
now I can see her,

Finally.
I cry into the coffee cup
the coffee's gone
I drunk it up
and so
to drink the milk of
human kindness
is a kindness in itself.

You are special
and that's official.

before five-thirty
finding a shirt he
dresses up well

and it's Thursday
a good hair day
something he'll say
when he's bored.

Summer feels colder
older than it was when
I was a lad.

and he's waiting
for the turning
which he knows
will take him home.

Trying to blend in
but that task is
unending

standing out from the crowd
is allowed.

I'm standing outside
which is also allowed,
but not advisable when
the weather is miserable.

By-Election
promises
pass me by

I
never believe them men
who'll write those
instead of them.

They will pull the strings
that make you dance.

Anyway
it's Tuesday
not that it makes a difference
after all
it's not Christmas day
is it?

So
Kellogg's cornflakes
or a boiled egg?
kedgeree is off the menu,
the butler has the day free
and now
it's down to me
to decide.

Yep
been in there and out there
been almost where I should have gone
ah
some things are not meant to be
like me for instance.

Worked to death
and taxed to death
these shysters
don't give you the time
to draw a breath

oh
but they'll sit on their leather seats
giving a show
and I think we all know
that it'll never make the ratings.

*** them parliamentarians.

Bank Holiday Funday
but not when you work in
hospitality
or even in hospitals

as I said to Rik
on many occasions
it's all a load of
**** management
with no
imagination.

or something like that.

A Cooper
not a Tommy
but a barrel maker

strange?
oh yea
very
we're led a merry dance
rely mainly on chance
and end up down an aisle
for me it's
aisle three usually
canned goods and soda pop.
Bank Holiday here in the U.K
I am off to work
keeping the dream alive.

Tough
and this was the day
that was my day,
but 'I did it my way'
( no thanks to Frank )

She says,
you are brave,
a sentiment
I shall save
in my pocket
for when I need it.

Now chillin'
and not before time
tomorrow
is another
something,
but I've forgotten what.

Work tomorrow
work on Monday
work on whatever day
they say

they say a lot,
*******.

don't worry
I've always felt this way
about those who say
and do not feel

*** 'em.
I'm still here
in the year
2025
and
more than a little
alive

..and though I tried not to
I cried all the way through
Bambi,
oh ****
and what does that make me?

I lied
or was it led
anyhow
I lost the thread
what was I saying?

She's praying for my sanity
but that's just her and my,
dare I say, vanity?
yes I dare.
and yet
She's still there for me
through thick and thin
She knows how I'll be

She's a magician
or a witch.

It doesn't seem fair
that I'm in my seventieth year
but I shouldn't be
complaining

some didn't make it this far.

So
I'll grin and bear it
wear it like a scar
hidden
underneath
this suit of armour.

Amorphous is the shape of things to come.

I know that it's Saturday
but it makes
no never mind to me
because
that lot have me working
until well after three.

I should be fishing on the Lune
or
swimming in the bay,
but the powers that be
don't want me
to enjoy Saturday anymore

It's not because you want it to
but time moves on
what can you do?

but move with it.

We watch the clock
the clock watches too
time moves on
what can you do?

..and this was the day
they called it my Birthday
but they
were sixty nine years off,

see
people can't count anymore
and people won't even open the door
for ladies anymore

what a time to be alive.

This one will blow your brains out
and this one will put them back in
but if you have any sense at all
you'll put those drugs into a bin.

Sense it?
common sense is becoming rarer than rare earth.

Diets?
could be,
eat this for instant idiocy.

I'm getting too old for this.
He said, as he got even older.
She said,
not on my watch you're not
and She's got a point.
I go along with that idea
because it keeps me young.

Into the desert of the day
the sun
the sun
the light burns off the last
of the night
and

I wrote 'and' because now
I have to think of what to write,

so hot
eggs cook in their box
I wear socks with sandals
people don't think I'm jesus
just crazy.

and
yeah 'and' again
because it's Thursday
and my back aches

quickly takes
a panadololol
which started as a panadol
but then I laughed.

Believe it
when you're homeless
and you crash out
take the cyclizine
and you'll cash out,

it's a cancer
but
not of that kind

Society will remind you
that
everything you do
is down to you
well
*** them too.

we're amazing
trying to fit in
but
can't even get in
to a hostel.

Years
and I've been waiting
for the change
they say that's coming
it's all bollix
because
this is a business.

I'm going to be the first to say it.

ooh isn't it hot?

c'mon, someone has to
so why not me?

She says,
Hot!
be thankful for what you've got
and quit with the bellyaching.

It could be worse
I could be going to work
oh, wait
I am.

They tell me to be polite
and not to write about
the monsters that we might
encounter through the night..
..okay

everything is lovey dovey
there are no succubi
I wonder now why I
ever thought there was.

She says,
that's so much nicer
but She would.

I am bound to her by
the chains of my heart

jeez
I do got a heart?

seems so
and She should know,
but She
wanders off
to sleep
I suspect,

but then
I always do.

Even when you're looking
you might never see it coming.

There's a law, it might be Murphy's
but I know it's on the books
because I saw it in the minutes
before the hour of twelve.

I'm only trying to keep my mind on
that thing I might not see
and just as suddenly, it's gone.

Nothing to write home about
it happens now and then
so I'll save my Indian Ink
and poke my eyes out with the pen.

It's Tuesday as expected
and
unexploded as of yet.

Sirens
twenty floors below,
sound travels
don't you know

I knew
but
I always did.

The Government robbing us
banks are fobbing us off
where is that man of the cloth
when will the miracle come
who has the key to the cellar door
and why lock away the ***?

Oh
vote us in
and
they said you'll all be quids in
but we won't get a look in
until the cupboard's bare.

Despair
sounds very out there
wailing by the wall
and there's always something else to see
when you think you've seen it all.

No man is an Alcatraz is what Donne should have said
we think we're self sufficient but we're locked inside our head
and the tide of time will drown out rhyme
plotting course and to be led
halfway around the seven seas
to a
dead reckoning in bed.

The way the light bounced up from the whitestone sill, the idea that the coming of dawn could beat the dust from carpets hung over a thousand gossip-worn garden fences, and boiled tea that we drank from old tin pongers,

aye
the last of the last of us are almost at the terminus.

Things we remember
just
junk in the kitchen drawers of our minds.

Listen
you can't win everything, but that shouldn't stop you from trying and if you're now trying to stop crying because you didn't win,
join the club .
go down the pub
and sink a few and by a few
I don't mean battleships.

I win some and lose some
and that sends me into a blue..
..oh! who
am I trying to kid?
I am a kid and if I lose it's only a hiccup
on the way up to winning.