Do you hear
Voices in a scream
My imagination
Is my dream
Nothing is nothing
Life isn’t fair
I only have thoughts
I cannot share.
I really don’t
Know what’s wrong with me
Im like a loser lost at sea.
Who really adheres
When you converse
Everything in madness
Its ******* perverse.

Winter sometimes
Cold and unkind
Summer mornings
Tonic to the mind.
Temperature goes up
The sun do's shine
Us at the table
With bottles of wine.
Summer is lovely
My woman is definitely
not *****
She likes to dance
All day naked
In the ****.
I certainly don’t have
A problem with that,
Nor do the neighbours
And their tabby cat.

I yelled in anguish
Dropped to my
Knees as if in pain
What he said to me
Was a nectar  to
My brain.
Forty years of
marriage
Thinking we will
Do the course
Now he’***** me
He wants a
******* divorce.
I did agree
he said now
I am free
Unbeknown to him
Six months earlier
I had won 30 million
On the lottery.

Watching the
cactus grow
Not very exciting
And very slow,
Time for me
Is an exercise
The numbers
Are different
Which is no surprise.
Boredom is an awful pain
Loneliness makes you fragile
Everything’s the same.
Thoughts are like
A bowl of vegetable soup
Jumping back and forwards
Through a very small loop.
Hope I don’t live to see
Another day
So Im waiting for god
To take my breath away.

I’ve been unfaithful
It was a matter of course
Now the relationship
Has failed he’s
Now filing for divorce.
What step next
I can’t foresee
What shall become of our
Children and me,
I got a sinking feeling
In side my gut
Maybe in hindsight
Should have
kept my legs shut.

I dream of your body
Laying next to me,
This cannot happen
Because I’m not free.
This dream I have
Will never come true,
I am always locked up
For killing you.
I was selfish
I shattered our dream,
From my cell I can still
Hear your screams.
But still I dream
That you lay next to me
Im always in anguish
I will never be free.

Memoirs of Brian the snail
A story is attached
Where he left a trail,
Happenings were of the scale
In the life of Brian the snail.
Memoirs were written
Stories did unfold
Of Brian the snail
A killer and cold.
His adversary in his memoirs
He Would plug
Was his nemesis
Freddie the slug,
A trail of destruction
Till Freddie was dead
Brian had done his job
That’s what  his memoirs read..