I
am sinking

and there's ****** on the street
no coppers on the beat
they're raiding a cannabis farm
which was out of harms way
somewhere in
Wiltshire
or
Shropshire
but
plenty of cops there.

What am I doing here?
treading on land mines?
reading the life lines ?
I
know there were better times
but do not know when.

Behind the lace curtain firewall
and the hand crafted doily
she spoils me.
I like it.