As a parent
I had many times
of saying no
and that's final
you know it hurts
but have no other option
but with adults
it is a mammoth task
for they think of why
and that's why I say

NO! just F**k OFF.

The job is done or is it


.


?

Snift into my mind,
as she passed me far behind
floating on petals,
just get old,
in loves special way
her hair turning grey as mine,
her lips red so full.
I should try to take her out,
let life take its course,
cry to my self later, as she puts me out
like a burning ***,
still smouldering in the ashtray of life,
man I am old
not white but grey.

Grey Nickers.

Burns like hell
more than 20 atomic bombs
licking my sink
leaving dead sink sweet burns all over my arms
flaking off falling around me
into my dinner and tea
thank god I don't do drugs
soon a nuclear winter
will come to pass
turning us all blue


Man, I love summer.
and the new soon blue you
not that you talk much now
you never want to get up
in the new air so blue
you're missing
the freezing air
in your lungs

Summer Holidays are us.

That's
how I feel
I drink my words like wine
swig it up and feel no disgrace
you can see it on my face
smiling from my brain

As I pass you and move on
another musician falls
in rehab
but they never see you mind
never mind you
nor nothing you hold
but I with you
do not cry for me
as I am old.

Surreal P@ul
head in the clouds
drink in my hand
Lemon shirt
and on this day
lime green shorts. chinos
bald head glowing in the sun
coming in my windows
basking in its warm glow
curtains shut
mind open
finding the words
to make this poem grow
remembering the thing I had
like my mind
the thing I lost years ago
just put it down
now so hard to find
time has to come
when a man will changes
think my change is past
and looking forward
to my dying day.

When I face you,
you melt
am I facing forwards
or backwards come and see me
am I happy
I am free
need nothing else
for this day I am free
of all else.
Love you All P@ul.

Pandora opened it
some days at my age
I dribble
see my T-shirt
look at the stains
then remember I am old
never ask me who I am?
for I will never give you the answer
I'm suppose to
just as if you asked God
whats in my paint box
some pinks and blues
and a fiery face
probably wearing sunglasses
Who are the **** are you.