It all disconnects
when you least expect

'it all  comes loose'
is what they inferred.

And now
I'm bound together with
tapes and strings
my bits and things
jiggle and jangle

life's a sparkle
when you're holding
it in.


the old malefactor
factors in,
you can't have equations
without any sin.

Been there where I've been
deemed it unfit
seen more too through
bloodshot eyes
which is a great disguise if
you're happy that way.

The universe made worse
by radio waves,
electronic signals which are
cordless reminders of what's
there behind us

Some eyes somewhere out there
are looking in,

next door to me, Mrs hodges
number 123
plays patience impatiently,
waiting
because I said,
I'd go there for tea.

unlikely now.
and anyhow
it's the thought that counts
isn't it?