Earphones in and suddenly he's doing the St Vitus Dance,
the girl with the yes in her eyes moves two seats to the left and what a surprise, she's sat next to me, her eyes now showing,
'no vacancy'

ah well.

pop's in a crop top and you don't see that too often,
his missus is in a mini, ( skirt, not car) although with legs like those she'll probably go far.

middle age man with red bushy hair is caught on the spot for not paying his fare,
didn't expect the mousy girl to be an inspector,

she'll  
probably scan me if only to see that I'm human.
and I get off ( not off on it ) just off.

Everything is expensive
and yet
life seems to be cheap,

we're paying through our noses
and
I do not mean for *******,
I've
just saw my rent account
and
its gone up again,

balanced on a tightrope
there are some I know won't cope
those that drop through the net
don't get,
and those who stay afloat
can only keep on treading water
but we all know that there is
little hope,

you may as well
pack your kit and join the shitshow
the circus is back in town.

Monday is a crook
it snuck into my bedroom
had a look around and
although I was aware of it
I didn't make a sound,

I was hoping it would go away
but no,
the *******'s here to stay

and so
I'll make the best of it
I'll rise, shine and
get on with it,
tomorrow might be Friday.

Tighten your belts up
and **** your guts in
Jesus is coming to get you,

and you thought it was playschool
and your mother was at the gate.

we got time
we can wait

Would you be able to pay now
or shall we'll put it on the slate?

reap what you sow
and you usually do
I go South
just so you know.

I tried to grab her attention
but reached my destination
before her
and she?
she was stood there
unaware of me,

it's life
and sometimes it puts a knife in you
paints your day blue
and sometimes
it just goes on unaware of you,

Sunday's a pray day
a bit like a pay day
but no money goes
in
your account.

I
wonder who i am.

I don't care,
but ai do,

we're going back to penal pay
back to the prisoner's norm
look at your contracts today
they were better before you were born,

they're going to starve us into submission
and they'll ***** us at the same time
and we're told that it's down to..
oh!
the **** they will feed you
before you're ploughed back to the mine

and you'll mine salt all-day
and you'll get salt for pay
but never believe that you are
a legionnaire.

The old Queen
flickers vaguely on the
monochrome screen
and dad
is in the corner feeding Joey
who was a budgie and not a cat
ha
who's a pretty boy then?

I should have said me because
Joey weren't having none of that,
and I say weren't because that's
how we talked
well,
we did,
but Joey never got the hang of it.

dad banged on about it
but the budgie remained silent.

One day,
dad said that he'd flown away
but I cried
I knew he'd died
and
an egg was left behind
it puzzled me,
was Joey not all he pretended to be?

it was the Summer break
and I forgot everything
except the holiday,
I even forgot Joey flying away
and for that
I can't forgive myself.

There's always work to do
even when the working week's through,
yes,
there's always work to do,
the devil doesn't have to make it for me,
She,
manages to do it quite easily.

Must make a list and then She,
can tell me what things I've missed
off the list that I must make.

Saturday,
should be a day to take a break,
not a flippin' chance
She'll have me doing this and that,
yes,
She leads me a merry dance.

I will sleep then
until you awaken me
and when
you ache for me
I will be there,

Friday,
what wishes will the genie grant me today?

I think that
the genie is as tired as I am
and the magic lamp won't be lit.

I used to be lit
now I feel like..

..sheeit is that the time?
what am I doing ******* around
on a keyboard before five for?

Ramifications,
not as you might think an
Egyptian Pharoah and
no kin to Akhnaten.
just
something or other
that
I'll google later.

Awake now
and it's really too early for Thursday to strike me,

if, like me, you prefer the day to stroll in casually,
to reach up gently and whisper your dreams away,
raise your hand now.

It feels like they doubled up on a day or two and then
pretended that February was a short month,
it feels like it lasted longer than it did or did it last even
longer?
I can't remember.
anyway
it's still far too early even though it's later than it was.

Laughter
or it could have been.

it's difficult to tell.

One thing is certain
it brought the house down.

They'd been counting the takings
aware
there'd been break-ins
so
the money was left
in the safe
overnight.

Yeah!
right
because we all know how safe
safes are
don't we.

March
puts lead in your pencil
and starch
in your backbone.

And if that is truly the case,
we can all go out to face
the day with a spring in our step.

Rarin' to go?
no,
neither am I,
but the idea's appealing.

Feeling Wednesday and it's like
well,
it's like Wednesday and I don't
mean that girl from the Addams family
haha
there might be a spring in my step,
but She'd wring my flamin' neck
if I started those shenanigans.

Today has been a brute of a day,
today
I have more than earned my pay
today
I wanted to get out of the way
and
hide in a very dark corner.

The kind of people that make songs up about this time of the day,
want putting away.

'..and once more the dawning...'
has me yawning
I
need to get some more sleep under my belt.

I saw that sign a long time ago
and didn't know then,

broken men and
the broken pay
what's there to say
about that?

but I never knew then how broken men could be,
even treading carefully is at times woefully inadequate
ask the inebriate if you don't believe me.

There is a deck and yet no ship,
I'm playing poker and my hand is..

..slipping a card from my sleeve
and now I do believe
that I'm enjoying this game.

I really prefer playing whist
with the couple next door
because they're always ******.

sometimes
we play
Ludo, Cluedo,
Monopoly and you know
that other game
Twister,

Mister from next door
swore I was cheating
probably because I beat him
every single time.

Whether we like it or not
this is
the weather we've got
and
it's not good enough.

But it's not really about the weather
or whether we like it or not,

maybe it's about life.
that's just my shot in the dark.

My bones are screaming tonight
I might put some cream on,
She
tells me to dream on
and gets out the WD40.

Rivers run by me and everything blurs,
can't blame the horse and neither the spurs,

I am walking in some dreamscape and yet I'm awake,

so what of the horse and the spurs?
those are like the rivers where everything blurs,

seems that to be woke in a dreamscape and awake in
a walking state, one has to wait for the edges to sharpen,

the universe is telling me to buck up my ideas
and say ******* to my fears
ha,
the universe is older than me by a few
billion years and probably senile

I head off into the starburst
to watch red giants die
to see dwarf stars cry
and still wonder why
the rivers run by me.

Friday
and all is hell?
well
it would have been well
if all was well.

Tried, Tired
anagram,
coincidence?
I think not.

When things have to end and it's not the weekend and the night is stuck tight to the day and depression looms larger on the shadows that get smaller and you weave yourself into a tangle.

I disengage,
let someone else rattle the cage
while I hide in a corner and sleep.

all drudgery and drear

'..reviewing the situation' my dear,

and 'Oliver' is asking for more.

Each one of us has a story to tell,
some about heaven and some
about hell and
some about somewhere between
the two,

some relate them openly
a public kind of therapy and
some relate them not at all
preferring instead
to strengthen the wall that
they hide behind.

Stand and deliver
yield or die,
this is what work is
and I don't know why
I bother.

the
away in a manger us,
we Christians think that it's dangerous
so
we pray,

I pray that it's Friday,
the request was rejected on Thursday
there
is no jumping the queue,

you
will stand and deliver,
yield or die.

And sometimes you only see the light when you're tucked up in bed and settling down for the night
and sometimes someone says, or when you're drowning, right?

and sometimes
it either hits you like a bolt
or your mouth feels full of salt.

I'm in the dark
which is no big deal
I know this place
and I navigate by touch,
to feel my way,
sometimes.

Consistently.
The clock always speeds up when you're on a break,
take five, they say,
but the ******* clock always takes one minute away
and you end up with four.
you do a double take
but the break has gone
fukin stroll on,
what a life.

He watches as the cursor blinks
and thinks
life is flashing before my eyes.

It's Wednesday and
Solomon Grundy
doesn't like it either.

A comic book character caricature
you could draw me if you tried
the cursor carries on blinking
and does not wonder
why.

How are you, John?

in relation to what,
the universe?

microscopic.

questions they ask
and
answers I give,

because it's Tuesday again
and the rain's not arrived,
I survived,
score 1 for me.

Tomorrow looks bleak,
midway through the week
and Friday plays
hide and seek with me,
but
I'll find its hiding place.

I'm quite tired too,
the doctor said I need a tonic
I added ***** to improve the taste
and now
I feel much better,
still microscopic though.

Well,
I winged my way through the day
and other than having tired arms
I feel okay,

it's good when you don't need to
think about your work and even better
when they think you're thinking away and
they even pay you a salary, it just gets better
and betterer
( oh two letterers longer than it should be, trust me
to spell it wrong )

woke enough to see the sufficient joke enough to laugh at me
and you can join in if you want too enough,
that's enough and funnily enough
She says that too
sometimes.

Its gravity, init
can't break free of it
and if you did
you'd miss it,
wait!!!
what about the space programme
them astronauts broke free or
have we
been conned yet again?
a bit like
the rain in Spain,
see
where I'm headed?
yep
a lead-lined vault
under MI6 down
in Vauxhall
where I'll have to pretend
that I know **** all

and all the time I am
falling,
(it was a high cliff)
someone shouted,
are you sure it wasn't
a Heathcliff

haha
there's always one
init.

I haven't heard when the world is going to end, well, not today,
now, on any other day, the doom merchants are selling woeful prophecies, but today all is quiet,

the thinking is,
if the world ends there will be so many souls that neither Heaven nor Hell would be able to cope ( antiquated intake system )

and the hope is,
we'll be miraculously restored and the world will be reset,

that's gonna ***** the Mayans up and NostraDamocles.

she was walking around with her **** hanging out of her shorts and behind me, Jesus was saving as he does every day down in Stratford
me?
I was minding my own, the only business I had was in hurrying home,
but I couldn't unsee and it became quite obvious that the Lord had meant it to be.

one more Hallelujah and I'll have the full set.

The wind blew through
this emotional wreck,

and in the breaker's yard
everyone breaks their neck
trying to escape
except for me
I
am balanced finely
and the wind blowing through
this crevasse can kiss my ***,

I am or I was because I no longer am
and yet that matters not a jot to me

suddenly Saturday
what do I have planned today?
the same that I plan for every day,
to go on
and going on
will be the death of me
eventually.

They turned our New Jerusalem into a ******* pitched for older men,
some old codger shouts, when?
and I don't know if he means when did it change or when is it open.

Everything goes duff, everything and in the end,
there'll be nothing and when nothing goes duff
there'll be even less,

the codger shouts, quantum,
I reply
half past seven and
half price on Tuesday,
he shuffles off quickly in
that old codger way
for a change.

All those old oak trees
cut down
to use in the building of ships
that sailed the high seas,

flamin' pirates everywhere you look.

It doesn't hurt when you keep your eyes closed
until you bump into something
unless of course, you're dreaming.

I have read what they say
and that is,
there's a planet remarkably like ours
a hundred million light-years away,

well
I don't think a day trip is on.

I'll probably end up in a facility
where they'll stick things in while
they **** and they poke at me
ah
I might enjoy that, but would I know?
would I be anesthetised
would my eyes be closed
would they cut me open
would they shut me down?

will they give me a green gown
to wear,
to be honest, at this stage
would I ******'care?

yep,
I'll end up in a facility
if only
to hide the fact that they're killing me.

I'm done in and there's no fun in that
although
laying down flat and hearing the cracks
as my spine adjusts and realigns with my back
is
almost but not quite soothing.

work is tough and it takes tough people
to stick with it and I'm becoming unglued
which probably becomes me as much as
elderflower tea does.

but what happens when we don't happen anymore?
when that door closes is the other one locked?

was searching for a manual
and only found Rodriguez
which was an instruction to
look harder.

I'm off to bed soon,
the Moon won't talk to me
so
I might just as well be
in bed,

She said,
aw diddums

that might be a code
if so
I'll decipher it
eventually
before time
catches up with
me,

hmm
might be something
nice for me
it might not.
**

shame it's not on Monopoly
at least then you could pass go
and let someone else enjoy the
Wednesday show,

yeah, I know,
it never will be
because the powers that be
want us all to suffer.

Glad now
that Wednesday is setting
but I'm betting the *******'ll
come around again
and
God willing
I'll be here to moan about it.

Oh Lord,
it is dull,
dull, dull and
someone says
pull yourself together
as if I'm a windcheater
and it's cold.

early to bed
and early to rise
ha
every cloud has
a glass of wine in
or something like that,

some gal said,
you're like my grandfather,
****
unfriended
for negativity.

I am
longevity
and will be
after my beauty sleep

I'm at that ripe old age
when I should have fallen
from the tree
long ago
now
I'm just fermenting.

Two years in and Tuesday's beginning to go,
well
it went so slowly and felt like

felt like what?
no
just felt like,

like that stuff you put underneath carpets to muffle the sound of ****** and Tuesday has been ******.

It is still lurking
wondering
what we're not working on
when there are still a few hours left

and left is an anagram of felt


I feel a conspiracy theory and very near me too,

roll on Wednesday
which is like a roll on deodorant
but always lasts longer.

Doc said it was the
neurons misfiring,
I thought about this
and replied,
it's probably the neurons
tiring us old ones
out.


next.

Toss a coin
heads or tails?
tails,
he wails
best of three?
but
we know
he's already lost.

it'll still be Tuesday.

Why shouldn't I believe in your magic,
you disappeared
didn't you?

And you know it's Facebook posting the posts, you know the ones, the ones that are bait
the
40-second wait while they calibrate and then the screen comes alive with?
well
with absolute..
..no!
I won't say ***** because that wouldn't be right
but
drivel, a torrent of drivel, rivers of drivel which lead to the ocean of drivel and that's the place where brains shrivel up and die.

they'll ban me and hopefully, you'll make a martyr of me or
you'll forget me as you drown in the drivel.

What's your angle?
said the Angel,
who had heard it all before,

but I was looking at her eyes
and drowning in their beauty,

there's always one
the Angel said,
who thinks flattery
will get them
into my bed,

I replied,
it's your eyes,
I want nothing more
than to adore you
forever,

the Angel had never
heard that one,

Remember this,
HR or
human resources
is what they relied upon
in
Soylent Green.

Went shopping and got back in a jiffy,
a bit nippy out there this morning,
forgot to get milk,
you'd think by now and at my age
I'd have a taste for this '..more haste..'
adage.

Those ghosts
they don't clock in
in a line,
they take their time
and when they're clocked in
taking a look in
they take a fukin' long time
to *** off.

getting used to them
ghostly ladies and men
telling me what I did wrong
telling me it won't be long,
before I'm joining them

and they can *** off too.

The question is
not what shall I write
but what shall I write
tonight,

I'm lost without her
not talking
Sonny without Cher
just
lost without her.

The dying embers of a
dying
why I
don't know
but here
I grow
mosslike.

He knows but doesn't tell
I know too
she knows too well
but
would she like me to write tonight?