..and I'm not even well
so
what's your excuse for
being of no use?

these silent self-conversations
come with internal ramifications
which I don't believe are in
the owners manual,
not to be confused
with the owner Manuel
who has a fish-bar in
Valencia.

I jest best when left to my own devices
but I'm not laughing about all this coughing,
a side effect of cigarettes and the weather

never fear though
I'm still here
though
some still think
I never was.

Think I got the 'flu
not sure from who
but
it feels like the 'flu

so
what I did is
what I do
***** and vapour rub
it'll work for you too.

The barman gave me a funny look
when I asked for that
but
cash on the nail without fail
works miracles.

I should have written about that kiss
but I missed the opportunity
and that kiss
is now a part of me,

the part
that holds the secrets.

These Winter mornings when the light doesn't rise so lightly and the nights hold on ever so tightly and each day looks like it wants to fight me, but then I see her in her baby doll nightie and decide that I'm staying at home.

Seems to have been a long slow Thursday
seems like I've been here before
nothing but nothing here changes
Thursday's beginning to becoming
a bore.

If you squint you might see the small print
or you might see nothing at all
like jumping from the cliff edge
and believing you won't fall.

From the five-and-dime
I bought a bottle of
Rise and Shine,
it didn't work
it's still dark
I'm still in bed

nothing is as they say
stay away
stay in that bed all day
let someone else
Rise and Shine
and if you've read this and
think that was
a waste of time
you
are probably right.

We drifted off to the sway of the bluebells in the summer of once upon ago
and we danced to the tune of the foxglove and waltzed with the riverside reeds,
caught enough for our needs in the shallows of streams
it was a time when we chased all our dreams

but the night settled dimly in the two up, two down on the well kept estate at the edge of mill Town and as we grew we all knew things would never be the same.

Never a preacher or a teacher
just trying my hardest here
to reach you,
but trying doesn't bake a cake
trying's designed to make you ache
and crying is a waste of time.

Is silence then the key?

She says,
what are you on about?
the magic roundabout?
and that says it all.

always left hanging when you don't give a ****
in the middle of the week,
play hide and seek you get lost.

and I'm sneezin'
coffin box wheezin'
there's never no pleasin' when Wednesday strikes.

Way back then
when the four horsemen were awesome
we feared them,
but now
they're old men and can barely ride mobility scooters,
the apocalypse is just a memory,
they became the
silhouettes drinking Sterno instead of Meths
the shortening of breaths
and the sickening sorrow that they play no
part in the dance of tomorrow,

The horses fare no better.

Well,
it's four twenty-something and my day has begun,
I feel like going back to sleep
feels like I'm already done
and it still looks like midnight.

Under the weather
and
I use the tickle in my throat to give me a laugh.

it's four thirty-new now
time does that, moves ahead
even if you feel half dead,
that being said I move ahead to the stumbling block,

it's a rerun
that tickle which is no fun,
Tuesday you son of a gun
you nearly had me fooled.

Monday
my nose is running
but
I don't feel any fitter

yes
it's that time of year that the elderly fear,
colds and 'flu out to get you, me too.

I need a break
someone shouts,
'have a kitkat'

****.

no need to cry over spilt milk
there's plenty of blood on the ground
and more than enough on their hands.

Jesus must be stuck in the Ukraine
fighting, they say, the good fight
but it's midnight somewhere and
God doesn't care,
it really isn't right.

but there's a march and
I'm quite sure that will cure things
those poor things singing
'we shall overcome'
but
wasn't that sung before
for another ****** up war?

yes
I think it has already been done.

Before anyone packs up
the bodies will stack up
and we'll all be ****** up
I swear it is so.

**** death
although
we breathe it in every
breath that we take

I am not a fan.

Blow hot
blow old
it's
still ******* cold

but I'm on the burn,
waiting to turn
into summer

I wonder
and it's liberating,
then I research.

so interesting
now there's the internet.
I bet those ******* at
human resources
never saw that coming

but
it is coming.

sayanora.

If it wasn't for them
women and men
you wouldn't be here,

but you wanna fly your flags
and beat your drums?

I know that we'll never know
how it went
how they spent the last lonely
minute
before they went over the top
and were up to their necks in it
but it's enough to know
that they did it.

I think and in all honesty
that we
should remember their sacrifice.

The whistle,
shrill,
over the top lads
and in
for the ****.

..to end all wars..
must have been a catchphrase
from the olden days.

It's turning into Spandau, I mean the prison and not the ballet.
the warders have their goals and that's to bury us in the holes that they dig for us and I really don't dig that at all.

they didn't give me this Intel at boot camp

but I've always known.

Thinking of not thinking is tiring,
it's so hard to clear the mind and
if you manage to do it you start
thinking of not thinking again.

If I ever manage to stop thinking,
I don't think that I'll know that I
stopped thinking.
or I'd be thinking that I stopped
thinking,
I think.

and that's not stopping at all.

I'm tired
there are too many clowns
under the big top
I wish they'd stop clowning
about,

the sign says,
This Way Out,
and I think that's an arrow
to show me the way.

The problem is there are too many cheerleaders
and not enough players in the game.

Try not to break your neck as you look back
because I heard that
'Happy Families' is making a comeback,

this doesn't extend to the workplace
they only break your back'

This is blighty?
well
***** me gently

things have certainly
changed.

The days are getting shorter but the hours remain the same,
that's either insane or a great trick.

I'm already sick of it though
wish the dark nights would just
go,
so
bring me the Sun with my coffee,
or just *** off and leave me alone.

I go to bed dressed like Scott of the Antarctic,
what a ***** I must look.

Winter they say is what you make of it
I have the pig's ear but I'm baking it
there's
no need for a silk purse when you ain't
got the money

still dark.
.

If you could bring yourself to do it
you'd get a sword and run them through with it,
but you can't because you're civilised,

no one dies on my watch.

Of course
my eyesight's shot to hell,
hearing as well which is
just as well,
if you can't hear the screaming
and see the crying
no one is dying,
right?

but we all know that the
song and dance they make
about the right and wrong
is only there to take us
further away from the
truth.

Cornflour does not thicken the plot
you're thinking of what thickens the stock.

The pantry is empty
the cupboards are bare
the table was set
but no food lay there.

we're poorer now for
ever and ever,
amen.

We should've been paid more
been able to put clothes on our backs
but that shady lot don't care,
because they've got stacks and stacks
of cash and shares,

nobody cares
except for you and I
we rob Peter to pay Paul.
just to get by.

it's like they speak a different language
they are building their tower of Babel,
while we are just moaning and grunting
living off crumbs from their table.

But it's Sunday and Mary is pregnant
a pause......

while you let that sink in.

Yesterday sorrow
tomorrow sorrow
but the day after
laughter,
hopefully.

We carry it with us wherever we go
and though we know
it weighs us down
and
holds us back
we
carry it with us wherever we go.

Looking over the edge
of the window sill
down below
the public mill
around
feet on the ground,
it looks inviting

but I give it a miss
and
miss the moment

trapped in the movement
of shifting sands
hands nailed
to this season
of crystal.

the tide slips in
as
the moon rises
soaked
but
nothing surprises
or maybe
Crypto
another currency
for another me
everything
weighs
me down.

You hoped for the best and beyond expectations
you passed the test but it doesn't end there,
oh no!
it doesn't end anywhere
it's just one big clay crock
and they say
'rock on Tommy'
even though my name is John,

but I got me a long memory which goes with the long life, the loving wife and the tin of beans in the fridge.

torturous and I'm used to it
I get along with the pain of it.

One more act of random in this tiny little Kingdom before I dress and put some bling on and get ready for the next.

Have you ever felt that life is unfair?
if so
you may be entitled to compensation.

So
what's new,
you been left
out too?

Well
*******
be
a member
of the outcast
crew.

do what you have to
and if you have to
what's new?

It's only the weekend
though it feels like
the world's end
you
may not like it
but.
I tend to
agree.

It's dive-o-clock
this must be the aftershock
( oh! that's why I'm shaking )

so
I fell into waking that took me
from taking an irrevocable step,
I let
dreams like that pass
but
it's still
dive-o five-o and I'm still alive, oh
what a wonderful day.

someone shouts
are you in pain,
on drugs
what gives?
I reply,
one doesn't have to be happy to write miserably
and I've had years of experience,

back in the real world
( I think )
it's ******* it down
London Town could float away
yippee
off work for a day,

someone will pull the plug out
and we'll all be dug out,

there is no rest for the wicked,

It is quite amazing how so many experts crawl out of the woodwork,
Facebook must be magic.

If only I could be so certain about things I know little about.
but I know enough to know that there's never enough
and when I've had enough I will let you know
so
go on
tell me more about how Einstein was wrong
tell me how to counteract excruciating pain, and
tell me again who I was in a previous life.

and yet
here I am
a sham of a man
pretending that I'm learning
when in fact
I'm just getting closer to the edge.

Roman candles
made in London
by a Chinese company,
bought by Italians
to make them
feel at
home.

It was a few years ago but we didn't know that until now

I've seen tragic,
comedy,
more magic than you could shake a wand at
and on it goes
but we know that nobody knows the depths of despair
unless you've been there
fukin deep init?

but we crawled out from it and
inch by inch we watched the hands of time play tag with the mistress of chaos back and forth, round and round
and inch by inch we learn that it's down to us
to keep going.

I want it to stop  
but not
yet.

I changed my way of thinking
and my way of thinking
then changed me,

they
said,
better late than never
because
they,
as we all know, are stupendously clever.

I
don't think the sky's any bluer
or the grass any greener
but when you've been a
head down eyes on the ground
walking the streets, sort of chap
it's hard to notice things like that.

The point is,
it's the bottom rung
about which,
songs are sung
but we can't stay there forever.

Something tells me that it's Monday
but
I'm not sure that something is right
I want to believe it's still Sunday,
outside
it still looks like last night.
but
I'll get up and take a shower in an hour
then I'll see if it's Monday or not.

'The masque of anarchy'
getting through this was
worse than Shelley meant me
to feel,

'The magic faraway tree'
was lots easier.

jeezus
they'll be picking up the pieces forever.

beaten and shaken
but
hoping for peace.

it feels like God abandoned the nest
and threw the baby out with the bathtub.

No one man is a Holy land
for
it takes many tribes.

See me,
I'm lucky
a million miles away
from that harsh reality,

but we never escape.

All I need to do
is to
touch a picture
on Facebook
and I can look
and see
who protects me
who I was in
ancient history,
scroll down
to see what I had
for tea
who I'll turn out
to be,

its got to be
trickery
but it's free,
and always
will be,

marked as a scam.

They'll tell you that the time hasn't arrived
and yet we know that the time's been and gone
but even though we know
we'll still wait in that state of anticipation
hoping we're wrong and they're right.

as sure as night follows silent
in the footsteps of what's meant
we will never
find out the whole truth.

Yeah yeah
the clocks go back tonight
I expect those crooks down in
Westminster might
try to use that against us.

My inside connection tells me
that they're out at the next
General Election,
and they'll be
collecting their 'well earned'
which they earned burning us.

anyway
an hour extra doesn't hurt
does it?

How do we stop this incredible march towards credit cards only and supermart cards?

a cashless society?
well,
I'll go off-grid
because it's
not for me
and
I'll
build a still
brew some *****
grow some carrots
make some stew,
rear some hens
a pig or two
a couple of ducks
in the pond
and that'll do,
because
when there's no cash
there's no rush
for them to pay you,

we've put it through they'll say
you've had your pay,

they'll do you and you won't even know that you've been done,
a cashless society?
yeah,
it'll be alright for some
but not for me.

.and while they were pre-raphaelite
I wasn't even pre-bakelite
although
I often mused over Siddall.

If I am going to Hell,
I'll go with good memories.

If you're not all 'with it'
and you see things,
that are not there,
don't fret
you'll get there yet.

Friday
jumped up on me
and now
I'm all excited

there's something wrong with me.

haha

Don't know about the seventh level or if it's Dante or Mario who is the devil, but someone just walked off the end of this jigsaw.

Important things
less important things
let's see what tomorrow brings
let's bury our heads in the sand.

If you want to find out what that button does, you have to press it.
I wouldn't, not because I couldn't I just wouldn't.

That's what the end of the world will be
a game of chicken to see
who crumbles first.

some need locking up
some ain't even wired up

and who voted them in?

we did.

Windy and wet
the weather
not me.

Thursday in Metropolis
and that's just *******
we should all be on a tropical isle
sod Blackpool and its golden mile

we need to jet off
get off on the sun
have a bit more fun
before the night
shuts us down.

The way that you hold me
is the way you should have told me,

close and whispered in my ear

now I fear for the outcome.

but it's the way and always will be
he says,
one day you'll **** me,
she knows
that it's true.

If you get offended, feel offended or even smell the scent of and take offence, 'they' will mollycoddle you and change the law for you,
one person can do this

but when it comes to a war that offends millions 'they' don't take any notice

'they' must be 'orrible monsters