Autobiographical
peculiar and laughable
stories
some graphical
others
quite natural.

Threading my way through
subterranean tunnels
worming along as we do
trying to catch fleeting rays
of a sun
that once shone on me
the way it shines on you.

I linger on longing
a sweet taste for me
a honeycombed centre
where
she used to be.

The thirteenth and unlucky
for some
but the devil looks after
his own.

Retinas detach
matching the face
all I'm trying to do
is keep pace

everything alters
as I too in turn change.

Chameleons

colours bleed out
and melt in with the
light

to the right of me
a man in a Homburg
he could be a German
and on the left is
a white haired lady
a dyed in the wool
old time 'baby'

I'm not looking much
can't be bothered to touch on
the reasons things go wrong

I have to work.

two more stops
which could take years
anything's possible
when you're *******
with your peers
and she's started singing
the old ******* my left

time I left
too.