I always hear them crying
think they're trying to get
back to the sea
but here's a new thing
just heard some cowbells ring,

Stratford is getting weirder.

It's urgent
that's what she said to me
I answered her and quite casually
in the 1950's way
what?

oh, what said she,
you
were supposed to be here,
at the stroke of three

well
something came up

oh
how unusual
she said.

*** me
if I was only fifty years younger,

she burst out in laughter
and to be honest
ha
I don't blame her.

Oh yeah,
I live in the met' area
and yet never see the met' near here,
they must be eating doughnuts
at Krusties.

Crime is rife
and they tell me
that's life,

but me being good
think that life should
be better.

They're still here.
sometimes in the bathroom
the kitchen, the hall,
sometimes hidden so well
I can't see them at all
but
they're still here,
sometimes in the living room,
which is really peculiar
because they're all dead,
sometimes in my head
scrambling my brain
sometimes I think
that it's me
and I'm insane.

What it is
to be
something other
than
what it is.

sometimes
inertia wins
but I always rise
               to fight again

Well,
she asked
what are you doing next week?
and I replied
oh
I might go motorboating

when she picked herself up from the floor
and dried her tears of laughter
she said,
'say what?'

I had to google it,
but I meant speedboating.

haha living and learning.

If we are made up of elements
they must have made me from old
kettles and two-bar fires.

Ironworks
gasworks
electric works
even blasted roadworks
but nothing ever works
out right.

I am on the cusp
but
I developed a lisp,
then I fell over
so
it must have been a list.

Thanks to the Giant in the beanie hat
for that little pun.

I never won the lottery
not surprising really,
I didn't buy a ticket

I saw the long queue
and thought *** it,
but
I could have won it
if I'd done it.

Coffee.
the first cup's
just a waker upper,

the second,
is sheer extravagance

Jaws.
well
that's what some doors are
waiting to swallow you
up.

We go through them anyway
hoping for a different outcome
thinking we're Jonah
and that we'll come out
the same way we went in.

To each of us and everyone
we will in the end
choose
our own poison.

Passion's not a poison
but can certainly be a
killer.

Saturday night sat in
with a glass of
sparkling elderflower
and you thought I was
going to say
cyanide
ha
that's
a bit wide of the mark.

BC
is before coffee,

AD
is after dinner

now
jeessus will tell a different tale or rather his biographers will
and we have to decide on the truth of it.

I've forgotten all those begats
which in some eyes makes me
the woe-begotten
but
there are too many names to remember,
too many parables to decipher

and it's Saturday.

You'll come to your own understanding
if you're granted the time to put the time in,

'goodness and mercy will follow me'
but it's a ***** trying to get them
out of me.

it can be a rocky road
when you're carrying
the weight of the load
but
there is help if you seek it
if
you're prepared and ready
to take it,

I came to that understanding
when She put her hand
in mine.

The sky clears
but it's evening
even so
the sky is clear.

I'm here looking on
at the goings-on
which would go on
even if I didn't,

it's a sobering reality
when realising that time
will finish me,
hopefully not before tea,

She,
chimes in with what gives?
live it and love it or lose it

I choose to live it
and love it
so
I won't be winding the clock
anymore.

Then I think that I'm mistaken
believing that this is just the beginning
when the end is on the corner,
waiting for my numbers on the lottery

but if this was the lot for me
I'd take a moment,
to **** through the windows of
monotony

last chance to get out of there
before we head them off at the pass.

because we're running through the workings
when the works no longer exist
the foremen all retired
except for Septimus
he was fired for being ******,

we have no industry
we have coffee on every street,
a battalion of buckwheat
and
oat milk for christ's sake

there are no living people in the afterlife
and fit of fat
clever or a ****
you'll be dead when you get there
and
there'll be no flamin' oat milk.

The hall of fame was shut
but
why would I care?
your name is not there
it is engraved on my heart.

But it was dark behind me
when the light was in front of me
and the door had been closed on me,

through the window
I could see
that I had become
a silhouette.

I asked her for a cocktail
she gave me a Molotov
which
blew my socks off

the rest is history.

After five and still dark
can someone please switch on
the sun.

August must run in my genes
and means that July has left me.

At the end of the pier
I see her
She sees me
and we dive into the depths
of a welcoming sea,

we surface and sink
I blink and
She's gone

can somebody please
switch
on the sun.

the council courts the needy
because every London council
is greedy and feed on the poverty stricken,

it sickens me
can't pay your council tax
taken to court
sought out by the court/council employees
offered a deal
and
suddenly
well
nothing's real,
you'll be evicted
given a temporary
and you'll think yourself lucky#

well *** me
corruption is rife
what a fukin life we're living.

You work your fingers to the bone
and what do you get?
bony fingers
but we all know it
and if we don't we should

it's a case of
'Buddy can you spare a dime'
and in another time
maybe
but
we've been left holding the baby
and it's a right little *******.


Vote them in
and
they'll carry you out
because you died of the cold,
but you're old
and they don't care about you.

Lost the plot
think it's too hot?
hell has a surprise
for you.

I was roasting
and not potatoes,
but it felt so nice
I roasted myself twice.

And today the weathermen say
cooler weather is on the way,

what a miserable shower they are.

Things either pan out or you get out
there are no other choices,

fool yourself and we all do
we all make do
and then one day
when the making do
doesn't do it for you
you get out.

I am a dreamer
and she seems a nice girl,
a sugar and spice girl,
but dreams are sometimes
nightmares.

I was watching those young
rollerskaters
wearing shorts that could split
the atom.

Happy but sometimes sad
you cry a bit and that makes them mad,

hey
you with the tears in your eyes,
man up or ship out,

there is hardly any space in the in-between
to be any different.

I never joined the dead at twenty-seven club,
I was probably down at the pub and
missed the boat,

funnily I never worried about that
so I wonder why some films
that I watch
make me cry.

Sometimes
you just gotta smack yourself awake,
shake the sleep from your bones
and wiggle your toes

those times are for when you forget
to buy coffee and the only thing to drink
is tap champagne
( water with Alka Seltzer )
there's some detox tea
which makes me ***
and something with vanilla in it
oh
wait a minute
no
that's ice cream

I could really do a double espresso
that'd make me get up
but not necessarily go

Tuesday
was
designed to be
scaled
so far
I have failed

nil points.

If jealousy was a nationality

what a world we live in
and
a planet we live on,

can't escape mate
fukin' gravity init?

anyway
reading comments
by
flamin' aliens on another post,
not my post,

education is done for
if those are the comments we hope for
and does it affect me?
not remotely

but it's the Internet
and I get it,
it's mostly ***** by the shovel load.

Already the bite is on
Labour is in
the old guard has gone
but not for very long,

this is just another thieving
conniving government
thriving on lies.

Thus we swerve them
those questions that are so hard
for most men
and we don't answer them.

And the female knows
that nothing grows
in barren ground.

I should have joined the army
but instead
I got me wed.

Grammarly tried to change me wed into mewed
well
I am a ***** cat

haha
off to work.

This is why they made glue
so that when you fall apart
you know what to do
yes, you
glue yourself back together.

a knowledge of your ****** geography
is necessary
and a bit of human biology comes in
handy.

always carry glue
it's what I do.

I've been sitting here for some time unwinding
chillin' out with Morgan and his crew
but
I think I'm done now
I put my time in
clocked out at eight
ain't that some rhyming

so
it's beddy bo-peep
bet I can't sleep
bet she won't either.

We must have all been there and not known
that childhood is outgrown

If I fall
when I fell
behind the scribbles
I made
I will dwell

and in the house made from a cornflake box
I will take off my socks and bite my toenails,

which we all did at one time
a long time ago

Shingles
sounds like something you'd dance to
sadly not.

The music goes on
into the longest of nights,
the days become blurs
when your eyesight is shot

but dance anyway
there are more bullets in the gun.

Miracles
or debacles.

A tale
Damocles looking pale
the sword is about to cut
and there but for the Grace
of God
go I,

then
into the valley where the shadows grow on trees
crawling on arthritic knees
to
please this God of Grace
whose face
I do not know.

Jenny got a shotgun and went looking for her spouse
she knew he was with other girls,
she knew he was a louse

and it was quite surprising
that when she did surprise them
she shot the woman with him

because Jenny was in love with a cheater of a man
didn't matter what he did
and she got used to that

and he?
well
Joey was a player although not with a full pack
he kissed the girls and tried to get them back to his
council flat,
( the one that Jenny didn't know about )

he wasn't much to look at
but the gift of the gab was his

did Jenny ever know
did Jenny even care?
what did Jenny do
when
Joey wasn't there?

..and so
this is the category
they put me in

and me, the dozy sod
that I am, thought
a category
was  a place for old dogs to go
and learn new tricks.

For a pick-me-up
they sent a JCB
you've put on weight
they tell me

another category
or a pigeonhole?

I was thinking of coffee,
it wasn't thinking of me

I'll have tea
it'll be
camomile

in a while
which was slightly less than a minute
the kettle boiled dry
I forgot to put water in it,

Polly never had that problem,
don't remember Polly?

ask Alexa

She is still my
Marie Antoinette
and I
am forever in
her debt.

This may preclude me
from any form of
objectivity

but I don't care.

Just hanging there
in the air
as if queueing up
to go somewhere.

clouds are funny things.

Either one
pain or pleasure
we treasure
each
for the memory.

Cry?
we could
or we could laugh,

emotions
just the rush of the ocean
that runs through us all.

It could be a day for boating
for
floating off over the sea,
it could also rain.

I watch the sunrise like I used to
in fact
that's my favourite go-to
and the older I get
the more that I wait
to make sure that I see
the sunset.

What have we seen?
the death of a Queen
the rise of the King,
has the fat woman sang?
then the game's not over.

One day
they'll put me away
and they'll say
it's for his own good,

fukin liars
watch who's on the watch list,

Oh yeah,
by the way
or the wayside
or any
side you sleep on,

when you get old, older
you might wonder,
if it was worthwhile,

was that smile,
wide enough
did you
give of yourself
enough?
more than enough?

he wipes his face
with a white napkin
wondering if and when
you'd ever begin
to face the truth.

This is Summer?
I want a refund.

No sand, no sea,
nothing to do but to wait
and be
disappointed.

It's not like it's rocket science is it?
the seasons turn
and the sun comes out,
oh
maybe it's got a headache
in which case
I shall commiserate
and get drunk

Eventually
I expect I'll end up with a cat
and that as they say will be that,

slippers on
lights off
an aching back
a rasping cough
and kitty
looking like a stray
that thinks itself pretty

and I'll have a cat flap
which will snap back
when the cat
decides to go out on
the town
and
me
in a dressing gown
staying home.

Where are you now and why
what did these lips do
did they make you...?

they said that someone from the East,
would take me
and with me, they'd feast,

what happened
did I do something wrong?

daydreams and nightmares
they all scare me,
She,
soothes away the aches.

Today nearly done for me
and I cannot for the life of me
think why,

I should be slapped with a wet kipper
and get the next ship out
but
I'll probably hang about
if only to see
how long the drop from the
yardarm is.

Can you believe it
how we bought into it
masked up
locked in
and all the time
it was malicious spin.

Even the woke barely knew
Who
was ******* you.

In the past
when some didn't last
and some lost a loved one
some
carried on and carried off
the family silver.

Who got a yacht?
not me

millions in the bank?
not me

who went to jail?
not me

and not one of them
either.

I never thought that I'd think it was this way,
that the road would be
crowded and worn

however
being born has its advantages.

I can see what the weather is doing
I can take Petra my dog for a stroll
I can lay on my back and look at the stars
until my eyes start to roll.