Some take time
some take their time.

In a forest at
my darkest
waiting for the day
to break.

There are always shadows
in the valley
lillies wilting
on the tomb
when sandstorms rage
across the desert
in this tiny attic
room.

It used to be popular
peculiar and popular
the Ford Popular used
to be popular too.

I went to work on the docks
a place full of life and hard knocks
but it was fun
it was also fifty years ago
and now
those days are done.

and we all forget what fun can be
mud pies and pink jelly for tea
or do we?

I've seen people pull things from a hat
I've seen others who can't do that
but you couldn't tell just by looking at them
and by them I mean women and of course men.

There's no accounting for taste and that's why some chefs are still living
its all got something to do with live and let live
don't poison the patrons.

Wednesday came and went
I hope you spent it wisely.

I'm still looking at the hat
wondering how he did that
but
silently thinking to myself

clever little ****

Cutting the umbilical
Father waxes lyrical,
Mother's quite hysterical
baby flies the nest.

Lots of bodies channeling
trying to get their MoJo's in
some like me are whistling
because I don't like channeling.

And what's a man like me to do?
shuffle off to Kathmandu?
wish and hope that things come true
is
that all a man like me can do?

She whispers sweet nothings
which turn into somethings
and everything
works out okay.

The wheel spins
someone loses
the goldfish wins
a prize.

I was in luck
and caught a duck
but to be fair
it was going around
in circles and probably
needed rescuing anyway.

The ghost train
was running late
which made me feel
right at home.

We're all on the same road and
we'll all get weighed out at the end.

and you can fidget all you like
you can walk or go on a bike
but
you'll all reach the barrier that only
lifts for the ferryman and you'll all
pay for the crossing unless you can
learn how to swim.

Hotel California...dreamin'

and if we swim what then?
back to the same old again?

here,
there are more knives than forks in the road,
too many bandits who'd like to lighten your load
be watchful and wary,
he said nothing can scare me
but he hadn't met Cerberus yet.

She helped herself from the buffet pulled up a pouffe and sat down with the family to talk over the tragedy of what happened to poor Uncle Bill.

I thought that was a mouthful as she took a mouthful of Auntie Jemima's salmon souffle,

She said I can't talk if I have nothing to say
I said you talk buckets of nothing every day

that's why I'm in the doghouse.

Got a shilling for the meter because he wants to meet his maker.

Coal gas, now that was a keeper, two whiffs and you wouldn't even recognise your maker.

he takes a bow and stumbles off into the, 'here I am now and what am I going to do?

recalibrate mate!
reset and get on with it.

When it looks to be Monday but you look and see Friday because you want another payday but it really is Monday so you cry into the pillow
and I have
and I will,

I'm cutting down on ***** and ****
my once fine clothes have turned to rags
I'm selling secondhand Sainsbury's carrier bags
times are not just tables.

But I'm looking forward too
to everything that I can do
and doing this with you
is one of life's greatest treasures.

Systems come
they also go
broken hearts
do much the same.

But we're not machines
although sometimes it seems
that we are.

The weekend tends to
and sometimes does not

I'm very much like that.

There are complex chains and they go to pains to let us know but simplicity is the key.

I have complexes but that is not the same as a complex chain unless one of my complexes is about a complex chain and then it is,
could be that complexity is the key.

oh
duplicity?

Sunday
and the day falls slow from the pulpit where the preacher shows us the way to go
take heed
we need the touch of madness and the light of lunacy to set us free from the mundane
and quite nicely we're back to the complex chain.

My work here is done.

Is it just me or does the morning look a bit Monet?
there is or seems to be
a faint mist that musses over the colours and forms.

cue
things from the deep that keep you from sleep
or dreams that you make when awake.

all we need is a raven
and a scream from,
Edvard Munch.

News.
when there is none they'll make some up to cover their tracks which could be half-tracks and we could be at war,

but they make up some good stuff,
stuff like chemicals in the foodstuff,
stuff that fills your need to read some facts

and even if those facts are fiction we'll take
direction from them and
head towards our own destruction
with a glazed look in our eyes.

Reading the twenty-third Psalm
on the twenty fourth day
of the twenty fourth year
of two thousand A.D

what the *** is wrong with me?

I took two tablets after my meal
the doctors told me that I'd feel
much better,
but now
I'm reading Paul's letter to the
Corinthians
aha
picked up the Bible by mistake.

The chances of being chanced upon by chance.

Pomp and Circumstance
All well and good
if you're a Victorian
a Georgian
or a heathen.

Historically
or
hysterically
but never sure which.

I am sure that
life is but a
twitch
on the face
of
adversity.

Give an opinion,
and they'll
tell you it's wrong

well who gives a
Monty Pythons
when it's all a
flying circus
and
the clowns are in charge.

They put me in charge of ***-holes,
apparently, they're multiplying and
circumventing the natural order
of things,
and I wonder what things?

I'm also still wondering about Jessica
did she really write ****** on her
typewriter?

More questions again,
and
I'm running out of pen
time
to put the kettle on
and
Polly wants a pay rise.

There was no baby under the gooseberry bush,
the stork never flew in at dawn
so
how in God's name do those babies appear
on the day that they're born?

Someone mentioned gestation
but I think
that's on the District Line.

The backstory of a past glory
written in the pennies on your eyes

and now you're in the parlour
with your friends and family
filing past you
it's too late for worries now

and in the other room
where the buffet is laid
the wine has been opened
no one looks dismayed
,
on the contrary
they only look hungry
for
what you left behind.

She  sang like a young
Helen Shapiro
and I'm old enough
to temember her so.

I should by now be in Nottingham
hunting
Robin Hood,

some think that
Robin's a saint
but I'm here to tell you
he ain't
he's
a scoundrel
and he's up to no good.

Robbing the rich
to give to the poor,
oh yeah
for sure,

he's in the hood
and those in the hood
are always
up to no good.

Marion
should marry
Little John
because
size isn't everything.

I didn't do it yesterday
I might not do it today
I may do it tomorrow
but I couldn't really say
and anyway
what's the flippin' rush,
there's nothing else to do
and
if I don't do it anytime soon
it has got sod all to do with you.

She says,
but you don't take a breather from breathing

oh yeah
She'll soon have me believing that anything
is possible.

That's a surprise I said opening my eyes
to find a steaming hot mug of tea on the table,

it's always fun if you're still able to have fun
after the taxes are paid,
when the bills are laid out end to end
and nothing left in your purse to spend
and by fun I mean krap I hope that
is clear to you.

She says have a sip
I reply
in a bit
but
She means the tea
silly me
and I thought
but never mind,

It's just a ladybird limping down a leaf of meadow grass watched hungrily by many eyes which funnily enough belonged to only one spider.

If I was limping, Mother would have kissed my leg better if I'd let her, but that poor ladybird was all alone,

I started singing that nursery ****,
'ladybird, ladybird fly away home'
then realised I was being unkind to the spider
who by this time had almost caught up to her

I closed my eyes and
nature did its thing.

On the attack
but the demons are ready and the horrors fight back,
but to stop cannot be a choice that I'll make and taking a break from this isn't an option.

I carry on
the demons carry on
it's a right carry on
no one is laughing

In this, the age of electricity
we're still being gaslit,
still hiding from the monsters
that hide under the bed.

We'll
call it a **** show and
they'll make it a hit show
then your license fee increases,
and for re-runs read home runs
we know that they're creaming it in.

they're dealing from the bottom of the deck
and them shysters in Westminster are up to
their neck in it
and so
we'll call it a **** show.

piggin' sick is not the same
as a pig in clover,
but
we'll get over it
or go under
and sink.

I'm pretty certain
and even when I'm
not certain
I'm still pretty,

that's pure vanity.

I remember
my little sister
having a vanity case
where her vanity was kept
because she was always
pretty
without
a hint of vanity.

Pistols at dawn when you worry yourself sick before you're even born.

You'll paint and the paint will run and you'll wait  until one day the waiting is done and you're blind because you stared to long at rhe sun and  the paint will still run until the waiting is done.

I wallpaper wallflowers into Ivory Towers and plant pots in which tomatoes will grow and the night slices in with that lopsided grin and a belch to let you know that its here.

I dream I'm in Venice with a girl who points out the dangers of playing catch me and we're not even strangers

what's it all about?

if I never knew
if it couldn't be
when you're blinded by the sun
and you're four miles out at sea

what's it all for?

Thursdays are deep days
the days when we keep days
as days to remember.

Nightmares are the best when
someone else has them.

Let others scream while I sweetly dream of..
but mostly I cannot remember of what.

My Brother said that he didn't climb to the top of the food chain just so he could eat carrots,
I agree
we are carnivores and here I'll take a punt and bet that Vegans don't hunt their food,

I bet they mow what they sow and that's okay if you like worm **** and ant crap and salads made from hay.

Remember what Sister-in-law  said,
if it ain't looked over a gate
it ain't going on my plate.

but each to their own
some eat what they reap
some like a big juicy steak.

She bought for me
muesli
I think She's
confusing me
with a rabbit.

Old enough to know what better could be
and better enough to understand that everything
I see is my perception of it

if I share this and you don't care for this
no one loses
no one wins
we will not die
time still spins
around the dial

you must remember,
Facebook is like a cookbook,
it's full of recipes
which seldom turn out like
the pictures we see

and at 21:33
although for some it won't be
I bid you a goodnight.

Microwave it
freeze and save it
have friends over
defrost and serve
let them savour
the super taste of
food from
the microwaver.

All is hunky
meat tender and chunky
your Great Grannie is turning
in her grave,
bit late for her to freeze and save,

thank god I don't have to slave over dinner
the microwave is such a winner.

I could have gone to Babylon and
made a living as a gardener.
but I hung out in Tyburn
swinging from a tree.

Monday and so soon
and
that's what I said
when talking with the Moon
and the Moon agrees
so
she shifts the seas for me
and I,
quite magnificently
arise from the oceans
of her eyes.

still Monday.

Bread soaked in milk?

I wonder if that memory was mine or has time overtaken me to leave me so doddery that I fell into someone else's reverie.

jeeesus it's Sunday give me a break.

A green soap and sugar hot poultice?
take no notice of me
I'm still in someone else's memory.

I'm trying to fix myself a dish
but the recipe eludes me
so
I'm adding a bit of this and
some of what I suppose it
should be,

if it rises I think it'll be alright
if it doesn't
then I shall be here all night.

Miss Jaffrey
just laughed me
right out of the kitchen
and me
with a bun in the oven

Can't afford to spill the beans
they're all that's left to eat
and there's nothing left
to pair them with
I guess we'll have beans neat

but the greedy ******* skimming off the top
we put the work in and they steal the crop
I'm fukin sick of it and it has to stop,
can't afford to spill the beans.

I love it when kids say,
'back in the day'

I look at them
and think when and what day?

they is not even twenty
thinks they've seen plenty
but
they have seen *** all.

At twenty-five minutes to just before you turned over to turn off the alarm
you put your arms around me in my dreams, however unlikely that seems dreams are like that and I like that.

At sometime past one of the hours when my clock needed winding up I got up being careful not to disturb my shadow which was still sleeping,

I had intended to make the bed but made coffee instead and pottered about until it was time to go out.

I think that I'm pottering more and more and my memories are going,
and they're not going out with me
they're probably stuck with you
at twenty-five minutes to.

Life's still hard when you're sat in the easy chair
and wondering who is it out there
that wants to get you,
get you though,
acting as if you don't have a care.
but
they're coming to get us all and
they'll wall us in
to
keep us out and away from what they plan to do
and
what they plan to do
is me and you.

It was all modern on
'Blake's 7'
but now it's all
brutal.

They might as well modify
this old body that I
Identify with.

They have GMC
so I'm sure
they can alter me.

In this the twilight
where I measure each night carefully
fully aware that tomorrow is not promised to me
I wait.

******* burnt the pan again
boiling fukin jam again
they never ever learn.

They call them the
cream of the crop
but that's not a lot
when they make the pan
to frickin hot.

I don't think electricity was invented back then when I was a boy so we saved flashes of lightning in old pickle jars and we had a candle in the barn in case of emergency.

A backup was useful unless it was the toilet and then that was useless,
We could never have foreseen that back then we were really living the dream.

Delete
Delete
Deloitte
( oop, misspelling, free advertising)
delete
delete
De Longe this goes on
it goes on.

I bury my head
can't bear to hear
what she said,
but then I look
and cor
luv a duck
she just wanted to,
but
that cannot be what she meant.

aha rhyming stuff and nonsense
I try to bluff my way out of it.

And then they forget you.

I run through scenarios
and think
well
that's how it goes
but
it doesn't have to
and you know it
too.

The slate should be clean
for **** sake
I mean
after a lifetime
looking for a lifeline
the slate should have been
wiped clean.

life is never what you take it to be
it's never
mi casa su casa

pass a napkin
I'm crying.

Aw fiddlesticks
I missed 06:06
and 06:14
doesn't rhyme,

the pain,
makes me writhe
what a time
to know I'm alive
and late.

..and when can't I tell the time?
when it's 06:10
and there's time to rhyme.

must get my eyes checked.