Because
I was wired
and not
into the mains
but somewhere off-grid,
my life leaking into
the drains

yeah
everything is sharp then
and you know the why and the when of it
and how your life turned to **** then,


but recovery
is only the upholstery
there has to be a framework
to work on.

Back to the season of Goodwill
and he
quickly looks in the kitchen drawer
and pulls out a happiness pill,

suspended in animation
still at Waterloo station
waiting for a late train.

some cover the cracks with 'smack'
some use lines of *******,
the happiness pill works wonders
and cures all kinds of pain,
but
I used up all my medications
no more prescriptions for me
I'm
settling now for a digestive
and
a streaming hot beaker of tea.

So
That's okay then
you'll call me
when you want to then

meanwhile
I should smile
to hide the tears
then?

So
you think that Santa's coming
but it's just the lousy weather
that's making him breathe
a little bit harder
and yet
you're sat there quite excited

jeez it would help if you saw someone
with degrees upon their wall.

Tardy?
hardly
awake before I have to be
premature
something or other
but
that's me
and I make no
apology

She loves me
anyway,.

Did you see her
and
did you say,
Ave Maria?
if not
it doesn't count when
the sum is being totalled
and forfeits being made.

In leafy glades when we're laid to rest
and we know with our souls that
we did our best,
it's best to keep your fingers crossed
just in case.

The end of the year
and most of us are
still playing it by ear
but twenty twenty-five
is just around the corner
and most of us are
going deaf
how will we play it then?

The elongated eyebrow.

Nothing for nothing unless you put something in and what you get out is now't like what you put in.

Three blind mice
didn't get very far
the Farmers wife drove
a Mercedes Benz
had a 40 gauge with a
telescopic lens,
blind or not the trio
got shot,
three blind mice.

Not relevant?
but the elephant in the room needs
room to manoeuvre and
who's going to hoover up later?

Randomness, a pick of sorts all more some less or
like a drawn-out game of chess,
the elephant still leaves a mess,
the castle takes the Queen.

A cat went carol singing on a cold December night
couldn't read the words to sing so
stood under the light,
three blind mice
see what you've become
the words in a song sung under a light on
a cold and dark December night
well
I never heard such a thing in my life,
three blind mice.

This skyline
the story of our timeline
from Neanderthal
to
shall we have a coffee dear?

So near
so far
and far should have been fat
but there we are
stuck between
don't give a ****
and how have you been?

I need to make a dinner
a repast for this sinner
think I'll have a drink instead
and then
I'll go to bed,

this skyline
a waste of my time
which is rapidly
dwindling.

Some times
when I think that I must be
slightly off-key
or somewhat disturbed
I look around me
and think
Nah,
I'm good.

That chariot race had no place being in my dream,
old Romans should not roam about *****-nilly
and I lost.

I don't dream like I used to
I think the colour's running out
the screen they're played on has turned  grey
I don't dream what I dreamed of yesterday.

You look better now that you're older

and that's a fukin lie that people will tell you
knowing that soon you will die
but
I'll outlive the lot of you,
Black Spot and Blind Pew
notwithstanding.

Not planning on giving up the ghost
this is not no snitch here.

Work,
today was hard
much to do
and few hours in which to do it
actually
today was ****,
but I didn't want to say that.

A bright spot to lighten the glum
big boss man, Jamie,
gave me a bottle of Guyana ***
that
I will treasure
measuring out each tot
making sure that it hits the spot,

Now that I'm indoors
twenty-one floors up
I will take a sip
or is that I will sup?

Free day Saturday
unchained
Marley
would approve.

Lacks lustre
needs a polish
speaks only English


My CV suits me.

In my head
I'm already in bed
horror
shock
not even
nine of the clock

I'm on my way out
one of those oldies
you all talk about

See you at the beginning
of the way in
to tomorrow.

Can't decide if the days are getting longer,
am I  getting older, whether work is that much harder
or is Christmas the elephant in the room?

Busy little lickspittles can never tell the time
involved as they are in pouring out His Lordship's wine,  

I know the date and time, the year it is and what
is mine and She?
ah
She says are you writing poetry?

not likely
I lie,
but
She gives me the eye
and we
start rhyming.

Half awake
Half asleep
the question arises
which half do I keep?

Yesterday
I
almost burned out
turned out it was a false alarm.

Today
which it probably is
I'll take things a bit slower
and
go at a reasonable pace.

The question that arose
where the answer is on the tip of my nose
or should that be my tongue?

That guillotine is still there
biding its time
waiting to share the joy.

We know Wednesday is Midway because there's always a battle to win.
Barging my way through the canals that have cut through this green and pleasant but soon I shall land and take a stroll along the rolling hills and time for those pills to kick in.

Knee-**** reaction to
should have packed in work for the winter
but
don't have enough fat to hibernate
and my blood's too thin to coagulate
so
it's carry on as normal
which is a mighty big ask if you ask me.

They call them irrelevancies
but for some they're festivities
and the others in poverty
don't care what you call them
as long as you
treat everyone equally and
give them all a fair share,

let's all take a crack at
giving some back
it's not likely to **** you
but will you take that
chance?

Tobacco and gum
and a bottle of ***
point me in the direction
of what I've become,

we all go wild in the West
dreaming of who shoots the best.

even though it's a con
we still mosey on
I mosey on too looking for you
dreaming of who shoots the best.

Odd
how things even out,
nothing is the end of the world
unless you make it so

my tip:

wait until the dust settles
but go in wearing a mask.

Left out overnight for the wolves to feed on
and when the morning came
I was gone
not eaten but eating,
growling
and prowling with the pack
dreaming of the moment I'd get my own back.

I probably need some surgery
or possibly
something that's sugary
oh
cut me a slice of Mum's apple pie
and then I can die
quite peacefully.

Ugh.
Seven on a Sunday
which is the time and not my age
just in case you were wondering
and still raining,

decisions to make
go to work or take the day off?

I know
I'll go

done,
and I will be.

I tried to imagine if I wasn't me
who would I be?

wind and rain and work again
I need but what?

actually
not a lot.

She says
a silencer to silence you
would do

and if I wasn't me
it might.

I need some anti-freeze for my knees
and all points North and South.
Plumbing into a thermal
gets my blood flowing
and I know that She's going
to join me.

Winds that whistle out of tune
and I'm going out to work very soon,
frightened I might blow away
scared of going out today
I could stay here and call in sick
mumps or measles, take your pick

but
no, I'll go and be a star
which will not get me very far
because
everyone's a star today
I wish that they'd all blow away
and leave me shining on my own,

changed my mind
I might stay at home.

In the afterlife which comes after life
will we still have to dress up on Sundays
or will those fun days
be behind us?

and will we still have to pray for Jesus
can't we just shout out of the window
and won't he hear us?

There's a lot that I can't understand
about the bible and the
Holy Land

I think I'll hedge my bets
Until Lot gets
a new wife.

Don't tell him
that you told me
about her,

but Facebook be like
Like and Share.

haha #abandonedplaces

ps Facebook added the crazy emoji.

11.50.

I want it so much that it burns
want to touch it so much that it turns my head.

Want to hang on that thread and I know it's perverse
I want to walk on the edge of the known universe.

Let me glide down the slide of humanity and see the stars as they appear to me, hold on to the rails of those cold comet trails and wander through all of eternity.

I want to see the empty page before history, watch the mystery of birth in infinity, crawl through a wormhole as if like a blind mole and see my soul being balanced by divinity.

In this cycle of rounds where the sky becomes ground, the beginning, the end where time starts to bend like moments we lend to the minutes that send us exploring in space.

I want to come face to the face that gave me the zest, that which gave sight to my eyes and sent me off on this quest of learning.

Still turning my head hanging on to a thread in the bed of a cataract where thoughts become abstract and reasoning keen.

This is where I will be seen and will see
all that I will ever be
or have ever been.

Her eyes gave me the answers to all of my..
..wise far beyond the years she has notched on her belt.

God only knows
and that one ain't telling
so
we squaddies get fell in
salute the guard
and cry all night
because life's so hard.

The thing is though
we all know that but we bat on
and finish the innings
winning's neither here nor there
it's
about where we are and being
happy with what we've got,

Let gods keep their secrets
we're better off not knowing.

That end of year tiredness is creeping up on me

( sing the first line, you know that you know the tune )

and suddenly Sylvester and Tweety Pie come to mind,
Gwanny's lined the baking tray with aluminium foil
potato's in the pan and they're coming to the boil
there are carrots and lots of Broccoli
( not for me, they give me wind )

and the turkey comes out
( no, not that out )
of the oven
and Tweety says,
hey please wait for me
'cause he's polite you see

where's the gravy gone?
said Sylvester the unlucky Tom
oh
none for you you nawty cat
you ain't having none of that.

funny init
this was going to be a serious piece
about something
and it turned into a frivolous piece
about something else

thank you
Isadore 'Friz' Freleng

Work, rest because one must, and work, unjust or not if you want a *** to **** in you've got to give in to the man.

Play's so passe anyway
who needs joy and fun
when one
can be miserable and glum?

they won't pay for a holiday
so I went on a
'go slow'
the ******* never even
noticed.

It was a normal day
or so they say.

Here we are on the far side
going up the ladder
only to slide down the snake
and getting nowhere.

was it fun for you?

more
there's always more
ask Oliver,

see how Dickens snook in with Slim Pickens looking
for an easy way to say get off the stage or the page.

I need coffee.

woke up again.

Oh jeez, next year a quarter of this century will be gone and what did you spend your quarter on?

Tomorrow,
yes, tomorrow it's back to the grind,
but I don't mind
I mean what else would I do?

Yeah I know
I could be on the beach
in Acapulco
or calypsoing in
the Caribbean

( seems that calypsoing isn't a proper word
I'm going to keep it anyway )

Yeahhhhh it's Monday,
hey!
don't shoot the messenger.

Whatever planet you're living on
the day will go on and some will go off
on their travels.

I'm going out to the kitchen
pitching in with the washing up
and making another cup
of coffee.

Well
I think it's collective engineering
when all I can do is see her in
is what
I want to see her in,

Gotta work though.

An algorithm
does not make my body sway
you must be thinking of
Mount Gay ***.

I can dance until I drop
or until I've drunk the last drop
only then will I stop
and
dance to the rhythm
of sweet dreams.

some foods must
because they seem to last forever
and look as fresh as the day they were made.

I would not do such a thing
I'll crack like a fine oil painting
or be locked into
foxing like a water-colour,

my age has become my go-to
and it's a place that I know too
like a second-skin
I have fit right in
and feel that
I'm finally home.

Us hicks
still think
that ***
is a multiple
of six
what the?

jeez I'm dying.

Oh but,
but for the *** this
I could find something akin to bliss,

life allows you only one dream.

When you've seen it all before
close the door on the way out.

There is nothing about this government that allies itself with the working class,
it's just a shaft of shysters saying you can kiss my ***.

Sad though init?
four or more years of the last lot and now we've got this lot,

a plot?
no!
it couldn't be.

Hide your diamonds in the coal shed lest them ******* think you're too well-fed and plead poverty.

Assisted dying
who's dying to try that?
we need no assistance
except for national assistance
and that's hard to obtain.

A waste?
yes
I was
but look at what this is
unparalleled?
*** me
the party that should be
for you
and for me
is once again
only for them.

I'd do the shopping and then I'd stop in if I had my way, to sit and to wait maybe even hibernate until Spring, but She has a thing about idleness and doing nothing is not on her menu.

She puts me through my paces even though I pull faces,
I hope that the wind doesn't change.

Imagining one day I will have my way
Oh glory be
She wouldn't like that
at all.

One day
'On This Day'
I'll see something
that I remember.

Thanks, Facebook.

Time speeds up at the weekend or whenever you're at a loose end and it goes very slowly when you're working.
I'm working on the system which has us all believing that foundations would be falling if we changed the status quo.
I'm told that I must **** it up because I'll only *** things up if I rock the boat.

Well
smack me with a kipper's tail If I do it and I fail
it's all a learning curve.

'People you may know'
because
Facebook says so.

*** 'em
I don't know them

I'm
sour tonight,
been out for too long
the smile fell off my face
and
I couldn't put it back on.

I say it's churlish of me
She says,
it's a bit girlish of you,
who
do I believe?

Corned beef hash and crusty bread fresh from the oven,
not that supermarket tripe they pass off as the genuine article but the real stuff that Mum made, not forgetting the lemonade which she didn't make but tasted just as good,
we were poor but we always had a full belly, usually full of wind after all that fizzy.

On the 5th day when it was raining, he decided to put off going to work and anyway, he had to think of how to lay out the garden.
Secondly what name could he give it that would live on?
So he had a *** or two ( Katie's Mountain Dew) wasn't available and sat back.

Later
when he realised that someone was needed to water the plants he created Madam but being slightly drunk he'd created an Adam instead, a thought then occurred, I'd better give him a bird (it seems he'd jumped ahead to the sixties ) and as it was evening time he created and called her Eve,

so that's how it began, a man a woman and a garden which needed seeding,
the first thing for Adam was to build a den for when Eve got riled up and kicked him out of the marital bed and when that happened he'd have somewhere to go,

on the fifth day, the fifth letter of the alphabet was created,
E, and as Adam was in his den the creator decided to call the garden Eden,

warped sense of humour if you ask me.

If it never happened to you
be thankful
because there's a world of pain out there.

To get through it
some count the cracks in the sidewalk
some count how many red cars they can see
some like me live life in solitary,
or I did
but it all crowds in again,

I pressed escape on the Dell
and it didn't work
I'm still here,
daren't press full stop because
that might work.

Waiting for Thursday
and someone tells me that she's dead!
when did that happen?
I enjoyed her show.