It's true
that when it goes beyond a joke
you'll find yourself in Bridlington
or even worse
Benidorm.

I woke only to be awake,
shaking the sleep from my eyes where I keep
the windows to my soul.

it's a
funny feeling, waking, when you don't feel wide awake,
those first steps you take, like floating, and the coating
on your tongue, the residue of too much ***.

but I get on with my ablutions
shave with a sword edged blade
wait on pins in the kitchen
until the tea is made.

Wednesday and I'm dying
not unusual, I've done it before
then
I blow her a kiss from the hallway
and let myself out of the door.

How's it going so far is as far as I can see.