(20 minute poetry)


I want to hibernate
and be alert
in a semi-comatose
state.

I want to be deep frozen,
get away from these things
I would never have chosen,
be on Life support and that's only supposing,
Life supports me at all.

Backs against the wall.
Climbing ivy denies me a handhold,
flaking cement reminds me I am old,
not everyone's equal we're all told,
some of us don't want to hear.

I'm heading again to the West End
where they tell me,
'work is the working man's best friend'
and I never believed it the first time.

Time for it all to end.

But I go on regardless,
seemingly harmless, but
in the dark I plot ******,
how deep men can be.

Just give me some Prozac
and I'll be alright Jack,
don't you worry
yourself none.