06:30

He flings off the bedsheet
dawn waits in the wings
off in the distance
an early bird sings.

It's always sweet.

You all know how it feels

when you're outside and you just want to swipe left and change the scenery.

Been in the there and then in and out of the Devil's den and I'm not the only one,

you'll be told of the monsters that hide under the bed but they're only ***** cats compared to the ones that run free in your head,

take my lead and pay no heed to them because in the there and then when in the Devil's den they'll quieten down.

I'm still swiping
and it's still not working
but to be fair
neither am I.

The evening glows with the late day light, the sun though nearly out of sight is most certainly not out of mind, its written kindly on this parchment skin and this ancient frame, but it has bleached my hair the colour of whalebone white so much so that I might have to dye it.

There's still a lot to do and hopefully time to do it in unless time does me in first.

Tomorrow
I'll do something different
be more confident
act with due diligence
or write using a Biro.

The Roman bridge.

Pollo
or Apollo
in Spain
you take your chances,

my butterflied chicken
looked more like the side of
a Triceratops
absolutely Mammoth in its majesty

I bowed my head and said Grace.

Breakfast
bohemian
eggs, cheese and salad
ballet on a plate.

Water from the wishing well
I made a wish
but I won't tell.

And the sun winds its warmth about my body.

cartwheels across the floor
She asks,
whatya doing those for
and I reply
why not.

Friday
so commonplace and with a common face too.

I'm homing in and the target is you
eyes locked
and then what do I do?
Father really should have given me
that talk.

Changed out of my dungarees
cleaned the spuds from my ears
and now wearing clean duds
I feel
like a new man

now
don't go getting ideas.

I do
I did
I'm done
and wasn't it fun?

That was quick
I feel a joke coming on
but I've heard it before.

The door opens on a new day
something for everyone
and everything to play for.

Coffee's hot in the ***
soon to be poured
in with the milk and it
feels like I've scored
one nil to me

She says,
pipe down
I'm trying to sleep
and so down I go

gotta keep her happy.

We make things up to suit our own circumstances.
Slightly weird but no more strange than believing all that we're told.

Fortunately for me I mostly believe in what I can see except of course when I'm dreaming and then I take things with a pinch of low sodium salt.

There is definitely a fault line that runs through the timeline, you can't tell me that this disaster we are in was planned by the hand of the almighty, unless we're in a movie and I'm dreaming again.

Anyway I see signs, portents,
monuments to my ancestors all around me,
ghosts of old ghosts that surround me,
bound by those chains which were forged by the pains they endured
but I am assured that they will bring no harm to me,

no harmony either.