I like the days, when I just sit
Staring vacantly at the ceiling
With a book of Bukowski upon my head
Serious Osmosis going on.
I go back, to days
Days when we would just steal a traffic cone
For the Hell of it –
When being young was just doing
What you could
Because you could.
I remember eating Nachos and apple crumble
At 2am.
Then watching a friend of mine
Eating icecream one night with a ladle
The next night screaming in the shower
Out of apparent ‘excitement’.
I remember when we would sit,
You and I,
Drinking and if the atmosphere wasn’t more
Frosty than the arctic wind
Then Dave the drunk  added his two penceworth.
When I had to fight off Dave and his  Bovverboy.
That was rather humerous
Particularly by the fact that you nearly crapped yourself
It was a good laugh
I wish there could have been more times like that
Ah well...
Unlike most great works of art, this has no theme
That holds it all together.
I guess, like most undiscovered artists
I just thought I’d write **** down
And see where it went.
Clearly, not very far.

had been to a wedding
a lovely affair
many humerous people were there

all through the night
we danced and we sang
throughout the rooms much laughter rang

home the next day
my emails i read
sorry said dad your sister is dead

Oh how her heart ached the day her daughter died.. She locked herself away from her husband and she cried and she cried..her lovely little shadow was gone from her side..fate had shut the door on happiness and left her soul horrified

Gone was the humerous laughter in the house..only the clock ticked in the hallway.. it was as quiet as a mouse.. but nobody could replace her littleone not alone her spouse..so she poured herself another drink and was a drunken *****..Well weeks went by though she thought was only days.. timelessness stood still in her darkness of dismays..and she slept as she drank when she woke up in a haze..so sunday became monday amidst a blur of yesterdays

Yet her heartbroken husband was hurting as well.. he had lost his little Lucy locket and it hit him like a bell.. piercing his personality and making him unwell.. Oh how could life be so cruel.. now his was in a living hell.. mind you he did his very best to help his unhappy wife..through the sadness at the funeral the couple shared strife.. but it wasn’t anyone’s doing that the poor lass lost her life.. a cancerous tumour had spread inwardly rife...😓