Time does me no favours.

We meet sometimes
Our eyes make no such connection.
Time away from me freshens your face in every instance,
Draw out the premature creases.
The secrets we hold are nothing, now;
Ill-remembered exaggerations that make life now seem that way.
Almost easy.

Our eyes meet sometimes.
Haunted, mud-brown.
If I closed my eyes and challenged you
You would say they were green.
I grasp at the closeness you offer me
Laughing it off as my working through the problems
Using it to demonstrate the changes that haven't occurred.

I met you, once.
I was shorter, smaller, almost bony.
You were chinless, smelled of sweat and anger.
Blue tee, green jacket, mud-eyes, mud-hair, mud-nails.
You said hello.

In the split of the separateness
enjoyed by the desperate in
their loneliness,
where her highness looks down on them
are the men called the building blocks.
.
These are the men that roll with the knocks
the men who say, ******* to you.
The navvies,the chavs,the spivs,
they're the lads that raised up this nation,
the ones we owe a due to.

Whitehall wizards.

The chinless and spineless in black suits are mindless
and we gave them carte blanche,
brought down an avalanche on our heads,
these are the saintly who praise me,
lie to and patronise me,
politicians are slimy
they remind me
of worms,
they take like the snakes that they are
and no doubt they'll go far.

We only see them as He Men,because
we've been hypnotised by
the old school ties, which tell even
older lies
I despise them all.

***** Whitehall and the mandate
become the revolution before it's
too late.

Here in the split
I don't give a ****
they can all **** orf
and leave me alone.

If it's 'in the blood'
does it make things easier?
does it make things good?

He cogitates on
the city and the
invertebrates
the chinless
spin more
spineless
wonders,
but wonders if
he's being too cruel.

The crooked and the bent
the managers of the
management,
the rent's due and
now you may wonder
too
is he mad?
deranged?
could this all be changed
in the blink of a..why?

Off to the right of me
sit a woman in black and she
may be the sign of things to come.

concentration is the key to it
getting 'lit'
closes more doors.

Someone's birthday?
'for he's a jolly good..show
up and sign in
and that's the way life's
going.

I'll be going too,
but not
when you're least
expecting.