In my head
I'm already in bed
horror
shock
not even
nine of the clock

I'm on my way out
one of those oldies
you all talk about

See you at the beginning
of the way in
to tomorrow.

Can't decide if the days are getting longer,
am I  getting older, whether work is that much harder
or is Christmas the elephant in the room?

Busy little lickspittles can never tell the time
involved as they are in pouring out His Lordship's wine,  

I know the date and time, the year it is and what
is mine and She?
ah
She says are you writing poetry?

not likely
I lie,
but
She gives me the eye
and we
start rhyming.

Half awake
Half asleep
the question arises
which half do I keep?

Yesterday
I
almost burned out
turned out it was a false alarm.

Today
which it probably is
I'll take things a bit slower
and
go at a reasonable pace.

The question that arose
where the answer is on the tip of my nose
or should that be my tongue?

That guillotine is still there
biding its time
waiting to share the joy.

We know Wednesday is Midway because there's always a battle to win.
Barging my way through the canals that have cut through this green and pleasant but soon I shall land and take a stroll along the rolling hills and time for those pills to kick in.

Knee-**** reaction to
should have packed in work for the winter
but
don't have enough fat to hibernate
and my blood's too thin to coagulate
so
it's carry on as normal
which is a mighty big ask if you ask me.

They call them irrelevancies
but for some they're festivities
and the others in poverty
don't care what you call them
as long as you
treat everyone equally and
give them all a fair share,

let's all take a crack at
giving some back
it's not likely to **** you
but will you take that
chance?

Tobacco and gum
and a bottle of ***
point me in the direction
of what I've become,

we all go wild in the West
dreaming of who shoots the best.

even though it's a con
we still mosey on
I mosey on too looking for you
dreaming of who shoots the best.

Odd
how things even out,
nothing is the end of the world
unless you make it so

my tip:

wait until the dust settles
but go in wearing a mask.

Left out overnight for the wolves to feed on
and when the morning came
I was gone
not eaten but eating,
growling
and prowling with the pack
dreaming of the moment I'd get my own back.

I probably need some surgery
or possibly
something that's sugary
oh
cut me a slice of Mum's apple pie
and then I can die
quite peacefully.

Ugh.
Seven on a Sunday
which is the time and not my age
just in case you were wondering
and still raining,

decisions to make
go to work or take the day off?

I know
I'll go

done,
and I will be.

I tried to imagine if I wasn't me
who would I be?

wind and rain and work again
I need but what?

actually
not a lot.

She says
a silencer to silence you
would do

and if I wasn't me
it might.

I need some anti-freeze for my knees
and all points North and South.
Plumbing into a thermal
gets my blood flowing
and I know that She's going
to join me.

Winds that whistle out of tune
and I'm going out to work very soon,
frightened I might blow away
scared of going out today
I could stay here and call in sick
mumps or measles, take your pick

but
no, I'll go and be a star
which will not get me very far
because
everyone's a star today
I wish that they'd all blow away
and leave me shining on my own,

changed my mind
I might stay at home.

In the afterlife which comes after life
will we still have to dress up on Sundays
or will those fun days
be behind us?

and will we still have to pray for Jesus
can't we just shout out of the window
and won't he hear us?

There's a lot that I can't understand
about the bible and the
Holy Land

I think I'll hedge my bets
Until Lot gets
a new wife.

Don't tell him
that you told me
about her,

but Facebook be like
Like and Share.

haha #abandonedplaces

ps Facebook added the crazy emoji.

11.50.

I want it so much that it burns
want to touch it so much that it turns my head.

Want to hang on that thread and I know it's perverse
I want to walk on the edge of the known universe.

Let me glide down the slide of humanity and see the stars as they appear to me, hold on to the rails of those cold comet trails and wander through all of eternity.

I want to see the empty page before history, watch the mystery of birth in infinity, crawl through a wormhole as if like a blind mole and see my soul being balanced by divinity.

In this cycle of rounds where the sky becomes ground, the beginning, the end where time starts to bend like moments we lend to the minutes that send us exploring in space.

I want to come face to the face that gave me the zest, that which gave sight to my eyes and sent me off on this quest of learning.

Still turning my head hanging on to a thread in the bed of a cataract where thoughts become abstract and reasoning keen.

This is where I will be seen and will see
all that I will ever be
or have ever been.

Her eyes gave me the answers to all of my..
..wise far beyond the years she has notched on her belt.

God only knows
and that one ain't telling
so
we squaddies get fell in
salute the guard
and cry all night
because life's so hard.

The thing is though
we all know that but we bat on
and finish the innings
winning's neither here nor there
it's
about where we are and being
happy with what we've got,

Let gods keep their secrets
we're better off not knowing.

That end of year tiredness is creeping up on me

( sing the first line, you know that you know the tune )

and suddenly Sylvester and Tweety Pie come to mind,
Gwanny's lined the baking tray with aluminium foil
potato's in the pan and they're coming to the boil
there are carrots and lots of Broccoli
( not for me, they give me wind )

and the turkey comes out
( no, not that out )
of the oven
and Tweety says,
hey please wait for me
'cause he's polite you see

where's the gravy gone?
said Sylvester the unlucky Tom
oh
none for you you nawty cat
you ain't having none of that.

funny init
this was going to be a serious piece
about something
and it turned into a frivolous piece
about something else

thank you
Isadore 'Friz' Freleng

Work, rest because one must, and work, unjust or not if you want a *** to **** in you've got to give in to the man.

Play's so passe anyway
who needs joy and fun
when one
can be miserable and glum?

they won't pay for a holiday
so I went on a
'go slow'
the ******* never even
noticed.

It was a normal day
or so they say.

Here we are on the far side
going up the ladder
only to slide down the snake
and getting nowhere.

was it fun for you?

more
there's always more
ask Oliver,

see how Dickens snook in with Slim Pickens looking
for an easy way to say get off the stage or the page.

I need coffee.

woke up again.

Oh jeez, next year a quarter of this century will be gone and what did you spend your quarter on?

Tomorrow,
yes, tomorrow it's back to the grind,
but I don't mind
I mean what else would I do?

Yeah I know
I could be on the beach
in Acapulco
or calypsoing in
the Caribbean

( seems that calypsoing isn't a proper word
I'm going to keep it anyway )

Yeahhhhh it's Monday,
hey!
don't shoot the messenger.

Whatever planet you're living on
the day will go on and some will go off
on their travels.

I'm going out to the kitchen
pitching in with the washing up
and making another cup
of coffee.

Well
I think it's collective engineering
when all I can do is see her in
is what
I want to see her in,

Gotta work though.

An algorithm
does not make my body sway
you must be thinking of
Mount Gay ***.

I can dance until I drop
or until I've drunk the last drop
only then will I stop
and
dance to the rhythm
of sweet dreams.

some foods must
because they seem to last forever
and look as fresh as the day they were made.

I would not do such a thing
I'll crack like a fine oil painting
or be locked into
foxing like a water-colour,

my age has become my go-to
and it's a place that I know too
like a second-skin
I have fit right in
and feel that
I'm finally home.

Us hicks
still think
that ***
is a multiple
of six
what the?

jeez I'm dying.

Oh but,
but for the *** this
I could find something akin to bliss,

life allows you only one dream.

When you've seen it all before
close the door on the way out.

There is nothing about this government that allies itself with the working class,
it's just a shaft of shysters saying you can kiss my ***.

Sad though init?
four or more years of the last lot and now we've got this lot,

a plot?
no!
it couldn't be.

Hide your diamonds in the coal shed lest them ******* think you're too well-fed and plead poverty.

Assisted dying
who's dying to try that?
we need no assistance
except for national assistance
and that's hard to obtain.

A waste?
yes
I was
but look at what this is
unparalleled?
*** me
the party that should be
for you
and for me
is once again
only for them.

I'd do the shopping and then I'd stop in if I had my way, to sit and to wait maybe even hibernate until Spring, but She has a thing about idleness and doing nothing is not on her menu.

She puts me through my paces even though I pull faces,
I hope that the wind doesn't change.

Imagining one day I will have my way
Oh glory be
She wouldn't like that
at all.

One day
'On This Day'
I'll see something
that I remember.

Thanks, Facebook.

Time speeds up at the weekend or whenever you're at a loose end and it goes very slowly when you're working.
I'm working on the system which has us all believing that foundations would be falling if we changed the status quo.
I'm told that I must **** it up because I'll only *** things up if I rock the boat.

Well
smack me with a kipper's tail If I do it and I fail
it's all a learning curve.

'People you may know'
because
Facebook says so.

*** 'em
I don't know them

I'm
sour tonight,
been out for too long
the smile fell off my face
and
I couldn't put it back on.

I say it's churlish of me
She says,
it's a bit girlish of you,
who
do I believe?

Corned beef hash and crusty bread fresh from the oven,
not that supermarket tripe they pass off as the genuine article but the real stuff that Mum made, not forgetting the lemonade which she didn't make but tasted just as good,
we were poor but we always had a full belly, usually full of wind after all that fizzy.

On the 5th day when it was raining, he decided to put off going to work and anyway, he had to think of how to lay out the garden.
Secondly what name could he give it that would live on?
So he had a *** or two ( Katie's Mountain Dew) wasn't available and sat back.

Later
when he realised that someone was needed to water the plants he created Madam but being slightly drunk he'd created an Adam instead, a thought then occurred, I'd better give him a bird (it seems he'd jumped ahead to the sixties ) and as it was evening time he created and called her Eve,

so that's how it began, a man a woman and a garden which needed seeding,
the first thing for Adam was to build a den for when Eve got riled up and kicked him out of the marital bed and when that happened he'd have somewhere to go,

on the fifth day, the fifth letter of the alphabet was created,
E, and as Adam was in his den the creator decided to call the garden Eden,

warped sense of humour if you ask me.

If it never happened to you
be thankful
because there's a world of pain out there.

To get through it
some count the cracks in the sidewalk
some count how many red cars they can see
some like me live life in solitary,
or I did
but it all crowds in again,

I pressed escape on the Dell
and it didn't work
I'm still here,
daren't press full stop because
that might work.

Waiting for Thursday
and someone tells me that she's dead!
when did that happen?
I enjoyed her show.

jacks hammer

There's a dinosaur
outside my door
making such a row
I think it's called an excavator,
I call it a selfish cow.

What a noise
can hardly sleep
dig, dig, dig and
beep, beep. beep
I think that when it's in reverse
it's filling in the holes it digs
and that is even worse.

What a waste of bleedin' time
diggin' holes outside of mine
fillin' in with concrete mix
building homes with
stickle brix

I wish the thing would go away
I need to sleep a bit today.

In ten million years from now
that ****** rotten
selfish cow
will be extinct and
so will I.

Everything is crammed into a second, and for a second, there's a thought that you may have passed into the beyond—a fleeting thought that evaporates as you open your eyes, and... bingo, it's the world again. What a surprise.

Dreams are an odd thing
some bring you happiness and joy
then
oh boy
some are full of mystery,
esoteric, exotic,

you
can't pick what you dream about.

You think that you're viewing
picture postcard towns,
but these are the hard towns
the men dyed in the wool towns
where no one ever gets full towns
poor places
children with gaunt faces
looking like old folk
and
towered over by the spires
of a higher power
and what good did that ever do?

gave them smallpox,
rickets and the flu
and what did they do?

they fukin prayed
thinking that'd save them
from Eliot's footman.

they tore them down
the old towns and
got shot of them,
good riddance,

but they're thinking up
new tortures,
be careful out there.

In the background
a siren
or
a car alarm
hard to tell with all that noise
but one or both are loud enough
to wake the dead,

I was awake ages ago
pains and such you know
too many late nights and
street fights
they all take a toll
but
I'm still rolling

wish the ache would stop
wish that noise would stop,

She says, darling
it's all in your head
and that would wake the dead.

Already and they're calling for another General Election, I have to ask, who in their right mind could possibly not think that the next shower to get into Westminster won't sink the already sinking ship?

I've been on this planet for long enough not to get excited by this kind of stuff, so my blood's not boiling it's barely lukewarm and basking in the lunacy of British Politics.

In other news
Someone posted a picture of their dinner which looked really nice.

What really surprises me, though, is that there is no Homeless Index on the stock market. These city boys can make money out of anything, and I feel quite sure that they're missing a trick here.

Well
I write some and some might call it poetry but whatever name it goes by, I try... and my life is calling from somewhere but ****** if I know from where there are too many variables or are they intangibles ( actually I thought you ate intangibles but turns out you eat tangerines)

jeeeeeez with a few eeee's  because I don't want to upset the devout who are apparently within and yet without.

Where was I?
oh yes
poetry
love it
probably more than myself
too many books on the poetry shelf,

I'm going or slowing
but never knowing
and that's good
isn't it?

Never mind
there's always another time
to shine,
oh!
you shone?
ah,
well the light was dim
and then it was gone,

never mind.

We took the boat out from Morecambe Bay,
half a dollar for a day,
fishing rod and bait included,
*** the school
we caught on a school of mackerel
or was it a shoal?

truth be told I cannot tell
but it was well good.

One of those days
and it was.

a million years ago.

But I do remember
every word
no matter
if I lied
when you
asked,

you
knew anyway
didn't you.?

Help a young person to get shelter and food,

I am sick of these Facebook posts,
do you think old people should know better
and not want more than to sleep outside the mission door?
***
help everyone or none,

fifteen quid will provide a Christmas dinner
but
only for you if you're young,
the old only get older
but I could have toldya that,

donate if you must
if you think that it's just
and okay to let pensioners
rot.

There is something strange
about everyone I know
and
that something is probably me.

They say
'If it doesn't **** you it makes you stronger'
how wrong canya be?
it didn't **** me but do I feel stronger?
do I?
no
I don't,
I
feel like a little kitten that's been run over by a carthorse on a dark windy night and of course, I'm mewing hoping you in the know will know what I mean.

*** it
***** cuts through the what about poor me and lets me see there are worse things abroad.

Some people paint
and some ain't got the talent
some people write books
some don't give two fuchs
some people sing
but whatever you bring to the table
prepare it well.

If it's hope that's in your hands
you'd better hold on tight
some would try to make you lose it
and take you back into the night.

For it's hope that leads you on
into a brighter day
hold on tight to what you have
don't let your light fade away.

and those fifteen tonnes of memories
that weigh heavy on your soul
are only what you make of them
so
dig a hole and bury them.