It is in the lazy, hazy days of late summer
In the heat, a daisy parts company
My body perspires and sends a shimmer
Of sparkling salt down my spine and skin
A rose stands straight like cadet, red
Like his beret, standing as proud as he.
A tropical butterfly dances within
The petals of the rose, tickling the row.
The wind whispers its petals
So secretly, so delicately, to and fro.
The butterfly wears a brave face
Watching the daisy and the rose
With wings just like Nottingham lace.
In the heat, my body embraces its wings
And it kisses my hand, knowing its place
In the lazy, hazy days of the summer.

Home, is it not where happiness lies
Within four safe walls?
Silence, is it when everyone has gone
and there is nothing left to do
but wait for telephone calls?
Echoes of loved ones bounce inside
my head
Bringing me some sort of pleasure
just for a while
Voices of my sons from years ago
make me smile and I drift
My solitude stands out a mile
for all to see but no one to hear
Are they around me when I fall
or indeed when I shed a lonely tear.
Im at the end of a line
Let me hear your voice, listen to you
Im at the end of a line.

Along a stone
                   path she wandered
                     holding her basket
                       and a bundle of string
                       She stopped,
                         Covered her eyes
                           With her hand
                             Shut one eye
                              looking to the landscape
                           as if she were a true professional.
                       Not one person knew or cared
                      or bothered or even spared
                    her the time of their day
                 as she rambled, lovingly along the stone path
               the pathway to her heart, her romantic soul
             her never ending dreams, the split decision goal.

Pink fluff that melts in your mouth
and dodgems that whizz round and round.
Helter skelters spinning straight
to the dizzy ground.
Ghost trains with scary hands touching
your shoulder when you go through.
The man shouts "hook a duck chance to win
just hook the ones painted in blue.
Red is a no-win so leave them be."
The smell of roasting onions turning sweet
in the old oily pan
Crispy skins cling to hot potatoes
Big meaty sausages lined up in a row.
Huge split buns hot from the oven
ready for cold bones and icy hands.
The tent in the corner
with "cross my palm with silver"
Making dreams come true
Revealing one's hidden secret
The louder you scream the faster you go
or is the other way around?
Children with huge smiles on shiny faces
having fun and laughter at the fair ground.

With deep decaying grievous withdraw,
i stand a withering wall of dust and straw.
Passing moments, brutal wasting.
Apparent from the start but intangible to the  heart.
Ticking and tocking the baby asleep rocking, the bird in a tree
and the bee in a flower. To soon
I remember when smells lost their taste
and
when April showers brought May's waste. To June

If I struggle with the answer
For the price of these beers,
Please let me get on by,
For it’s a wonder I’m still here.

We’re swarming through headlights
As we make our way through town,
The women fix their heels and lipstick,
Whilst the streets fill up with sound.

And I can’t think about tomorrow
Over the loudness of my shirt,
An imitation of new Hawaii:
Throw a rainbow over hurt.

Yet still I say ‘thank you’
As you throw up in my face,
Then I’ll pour you another *****;
Everything can be replaced.

There's never been a stronger urge to just **** myself.