I didn't go to work today
though theres still a load of bills to pay

I didn't feel guilty or worried or bothered
Just stayed in my bed, and under the covers

I didn't finish washing the dishes or
cooking the dinner

I didn't get to the gym
so I aint any thinner.

I masturbated, but I didn't cum
I felt a bit dull, but I didn't feel glum

I didn't start to write my book
perhaps all that fiddling let me off the hook

I didn't answer my phones
neither work one nor personal
so my ignoring the phone calls was universal

I didn't pick up the post when it fell on the mat
I did, but I've a theme here and I'm sticking with that

I didn't bathe or shower,or properly dress
I had absolutely no intention of dealing with stress

I'm going to bed now, the day is quite done
Tommorrow, I'm thinking, I plan to have fun!

before I sat down to read
you
the sky was blue
the air was warm
complacent
I sat down at the computer
and disappeared for an hour or two
with you
looking up
cloud,
cloud like a sheet, hardly grey
barely visible but blocking the sun
yet another day dirisible
summers coming
summers coming
and I'm so cold

black morning just passed 000.
not dawn or dew but darkest morning early hour.
not bird calling but alarms ringing, sirens wailing
scuffling feet
snagged shouts
mates
snatched debates.

love morning
just past 000
dark soft edgy black, ringing in yellow and indigo and dirty earthy brown, love black.
should be on my back
snuffling, sneezing, snoring morning
burnt rubber breaking

morning
before or after the need to sleep
creeps
before or after the need to eat
laying in chocolate wrapper morning
unwashed,
unbrushed teeth
sour breath and oh
i love to inhale
nose tucked into my armpit smile
been alone so long
love love love the pong

yawned then, a pause for effect or thought
should stop and make sense
edit rewrite
but the morning song is too intense

come back soon and kiss my nose

again
share me
and evrything or anything
or enough
its tough

silence unguilded
hurts

what do I need to make my escape?

a toothbrush and a change of underwear?
I wish I dare

a fast car, petrol in the tank?
money in the bank?

a future perfect?
to make it worth it?

NO NO NO
stay in my cage
in love with my rage?

what will i do to step through these bars?
passed my mind as it cages
and
my cowardice contages

going to step
going to fly

birdseed lunches
and coconut water

brown skin brightens
belly skin tightens

super hero under where?
feathered cap and laughing cow

somebody
quick wipe my brow
take aim
fire!
theres sweat in my eye
try again
close one
take claim
of the funeral pyre

watch me burn
blues desire
the choir swells
ignited and free
baby baby baby

does old age come more swiftly sisters? not lines of grey hares stretched and draping, but leaps of aching, and everything is in the fridge like postpartum revisited.

Sisters? silently hiding. immaculated and potted. or I wait til its all too late to save you.

Like bags and bags of green shield stamps and neatly cut coupons and recipes to maintain memory and so much for rainy days. There never never could be so many, even here in the rainy city.

I'm gonna shake and shake like a longhaired breed and send rain in drops and blops allover the pages, but you'll have to imagine the ink running...

just as i should, curled up and sleeping,
just as I would, eyes closed no peeping.
misunderstood, exhausted and weeping,
feeling much better cheers
sunshine has chastened fears
after 3 tired weeks
got a glint to my cheeks
fantastic, fabulous and funky
rhymes with spunky and chunky and hunky
(take your pick)

okay my poetry is momentry

packed their boa'd baggage in the middle of the night.

left me all forlorn.

still there are furrier creatures

moonlit often and but not howling

if every day I speak the language of love will you find me?

late one evening chicken with sweet potato, spinache and keema, two spicy prawns fried in their shells ,and rice. just plain white rice.

then conversations trying to make the gaps smaller, moaning about men, asking is there the perfect partner? Shes so beautiful, and young and I see the longing in her eyes. yes maybe I say. Not believing a word of it. Then qualify, so it isn't a lie, atleast some-one whose imperfection is perfect for you.

the headache lifted.

its time for bed.

a short drive across the south central side of a northen english town.

mmmmmm type up the nonsense running through my head check to see if I have won the lottery. Not.

goodnights peeps.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

I had no intention to eat fish.

Though I love fish.

But I think the gulls and the eagles are hungrier than I.

Spit in whose eye?

damn more music, when all I wanted was a litle butter for my fingers dipping into the warmth.

A toast wont do.

come soon.