Just sitting
listening to Alan Parsons
Rubbing Germolene
into my arm
after a battal with the roses
in my garden
rubbing in Germolene
as my arms now stinging
trying to relax
picking up my pen
and writting words down
try to make sense of them all
as the fumes
of the Germolene ant nice
but stopped the stinging in my arm
Germolene
the gardeners
best friend
and makes you smell like
you've just come
from the gym
P@ul.

We sip this tea
all the way from China
in the china cups
that see more dust than use
yet you get them out for me
high tea with mother was something else
and thats what I miss the most
now your dead and gone
unless you believe in ghosts
ghosts exist only in the mind
and mother thats what’s makes me
miss you most
your ghost exists for me
but those china cups
made the tea taste like nectar
and I miss you mother
thats why a tear
from my eye
slips down ward.

Have you tried setting one
press the button three times
that will give you hours then set your alarm
at this point I ask myself
can I not just turn a ****
To me seems so much more simpler
Is Just Me
or also do you find that to be true?

Press the button twice
for there is another world to find
then the *******  clock ask me do you really want to be doing this?
Yes I think so
well what would have you said
maybe I should ha answered
just set the time
I would like to wake up
at 6 a.m.
but woke at 9
but me being me
was not letting, this clock getting the better of me


and now
the said clock
is still at the bottom end of my back garden.

I woke up this morning
went to see my doc
he gave me four pills
well oddly the blue one
makes me feel so up
the pink brings me down
and seams to **** no ills
the purple one
just gives me heart burn
and it seams the greens
there to keep me alive
gives me vitamin things

I saw a poppy the size of a tree
it's soft green stem shot up to the blue sky
I was just thinking
one of those petals would make my tent tonight,

then I woke up again.

It is hard
to tell you what
i feel about you
without
hurting you
it is so
h a r d
but this
day i am going to tell
woman we loved
we have good children
but living with now is hard.

Sinai sat on the stone
combing her hair
un aware of
of what was happening to her
as the door
that appeared behind her
swung open
into a another universe
she must have felt its heat
But no
Sinai combed on
at this point like me
your shouting out

LO O K  B E Hind YOU!

But NO!
not a poem like that
instead
out of the doorway
stood out
the mad axa man of her dreams
and with a pear of scissors
cut of all her spilt ends.

I am a bank without cash
I am a ****** without the speed
I am science without knowledge
I am just me.

A mickle Muss daisy stands all alone
gravity does not pull in down
it defies all laws, it has no roots
it should not stand there
but it does
it is a prince of a flower
it grows on dreams
and all the spent emotions of most things
happy Mickel Muss.

Like do not call me four eyes
because I have windows before my eyes
could have been on a iMAC to
so F**k you
just carn't afford it right now
but my house
has iWindows
3 at the front
4 at the back
which I use a lot.

To find
a ******* bookworm
had crawled inside my ear
now it's eat words inside my head
I can't tell the one's for I forget
makes me feel kind off balance
do not know where I am going
think it was, from here to, I forget!

It dose not matter
how you hit me with yours
god given words
all the rocks a bricks carn't help you
when you fall off your god given world
into truth
that is surrealist mine.

Taken into the boardroom
and sitting on a really big chair
the MD did say
I see some new faces
at that Mrs Brink over the side giggle away
and did stare right back at me
then right on the left front me
Mrs Bossom did wink at me
I blushed think I got that right
for I was not used to the boardroom dancing shoes
or the way they move
so I got right up on that boardroom table
hitting my head on the lights
and unbuttoning my shirt
did dance on
one step to the left two right
till I came to brink
at that I fell right off.


True story

Patricia pancake maker
Passing your store day after day
and watching you as you make
Patricia Pancakes
caressing the batter as you do
and making
all the crape things you do
Patricia
I just can not tell you!

For it will not be long
don't waste another tear
for it will be long
before I am dead and gone
just happening
like a smear on a napkin
just a smudge on this world
a stane in life
a wipe on paints
the you will see the arshol that was me
P@ul.
THe brown warrior
means small but, Napleon was to
watch out, I will bit your knee
just come at me
with your arms.

Dear Dr. Pepper
I love you in my mouth
your taste so sweet
but not up my nose
so don't come back on me.


Regards  P@ul.

Now paul enbolleded in all was not what it was
but they flew off and gave new tales
of the cold and all that was around
and had deep thoughtcause in this
as the sunrises in the early morny
the thoughtcasue become clear
thank god I am just Stonned.

By inventing is balancing on the edge
of madness and all that is surreal
when I was kid
I had rockets in my eyes
and like landing on the moon
seamed quite mad
and could never happen
and yet it has
and maybe more
who would have thought
a computer and phone
could be seamlessly placed in pocket
of ones designer jeans
and yet look at any girls ****,
**** for americans
and so Woman and Man
are making this world tomorrows world

So small
the grain of sand
got there again
and it proceeded to cut up my foot
so small
smiled at me
by all day
would not get lost
and by the end of the day
cut off my toes.

My mind closes down
my heart skips beats
my blood does not flow
it makes hard to think
my blood flows again
most to my hips
my mind shuts down
my thighs takes over
smelling the presence of you
and the love in your eyes
my mind flips
the next thing I know
I am at your hips
in my defense
I think you wanted this
the misery of love ends.

Best bibs on
no dribbling in public
carry me safe in your hands
do not drop me
or I will walk away
and you know that will
**** uncle Sam's peacemaker up
so do not get
another death on your hands
there not mushroom down here
and I would like to think
you came for me
if you wear stockings
make sure
your seams are clear
don't be cheap and draw them on
and stick me in deep
just incase I wake up.

Have you ever
woken up with a twitch in your eye
no matter what you do
it persists and stay's on the blink.

For most of my life
I have been
Looking for the END of the rainbow
But when you get there
There is nothing to see
For it is a trick of light

But I did learn
Maybe this my perception
And I was   R   I   G  H  T  .

What the ****
woman each and every time
we make love
you cut my back with your nails
I told once
I've told you twice
love is passion not pain
leave my ******* back alone
kiss me, do nice stuff
tell me how you love me
but Kat don't cut me with your nails.

It's the way
when you walked into the room
It's the way
the musicians become good sound all around
It's the way
I seam good in all I say
It's the way
I become to love you
but Mary Jane
now you mess with my brain
I don't known why
which way is upside down
and which way is right
It's the way
You know I will come back to
It's the way
the way when I need you
It's the way
you leave me alone all night
It's the way
when least expected
It's the way
There you are again and I can not break free
It's the way
Mary Jane there you are again.