i'm nearly done

it's not the same

when phil n don say let it be me

and that favourite riff got covered on 

prime saturday night squiff

i'm not moved by the 

- cant even think to say

how your children might have

moved me, on the swings, that way

some demon thing in a drink

has got me on the sink

and i cant feel the same way

i used to

be abused to other noises

and sights of indifferent daydreams

but now i feel

nothing if not 

the quotidian mercantile wheel

playing me and you and all

response and call

to the end

swiftly,

goes our song

growth

petty easy fast food chronicle

breaks bread with newsagent

from sri lanka

death arises

and stuff happens

thats bad on the page

but ok in heavn

and immigration are

sorted

no wife or kids

bad boy

rips

wrapped in chips

shot in the shoulder and chest

D notified

nearly died

the family holiday in Devon

may have planted a seed.

nurture is a matter of inclusivity

and planning for all.

walk litlle

live tall.

bra

trying

the good things that grew

every moment of quotidian passing

squeezed. 

bless you and network

all cryogenic ideas for

safety. passing, passing, lost

to

armpit heaven.

nasturtiums

beauty.

all worth

philosophy and religion and the cereal box fib

jesus in the crib:

I tried to change the world again

berries go in order of bird

and seasons change by eating

so dont tell me your not sorry

furniture. las vegas weddings

in the chapel of little flowers

a wall made of bottles and earth

tell the truth if you can first

for knowledge - no commendations

remember the seeing of young eyes

and dream like you want to

your hair will change with time

the word love could have been lub

and no such thing as acting

possibilities are parrallel like branches

in below the line crearbitorials

did you ask yourseldom

like arbitrary angel dice

what

lust

was?

No?

think on my rare chum

something of an offering without the use of the word "I"

YOU have a lot of nerve

and you should be should be congratulated

for that

but it aint me

for you

to be done by

whoever you are

they will know you by your

lack

and recognise

the sister and brother

hood. Ornaments

and bumper stickers

should be issued 

to you and your kind

read well and prosper

for now

for later

you could be mine.

or else,

being each of one

me.

again?

Meet you at the turnstiles

i dont know how it is for you

im not going to ask

if being alone and away from you now

is being as best as i can

 im not going to ask

did read the pipes slowly

did you play the hype lowly

did you sound the death march

as you answered the phone?

and if the band played the last post and chorus

would wash the pots and take the bins out?

#

what have i seen today?

no rats

kids playing

animal olympics on dvd

my friend limping

woman i love, tired

window full of leaves

sound unreported

clouds

food cooking

the driving opposition

skinny lady

potted plant

Didn't look properly

birds sounded nice tho

and the rain....

everything I know about Science

if you get in a bath

your watersworth

gets out. Copernicus

was big on stars

like simon cowell

displacement works

centrifugally,

but that's another story.

Something about circles

and square rare roots

reggae, scientifically

isnt. relativity though,

Is. Neville, Mr: name of my physics teacher

Respect. Dignon: Arsehole (chemistry)

Glad we turned his 2cv upside down

and just seeing as how i promised everything

(like u do)

Biology was failed by me

long before it got it's own back

Finally: Spitting in the wind

Same story.

That's it

Everythingly

done.

Evidence based learning takes no prisoners.

What they didn't teach:

'Are we nearly there yet?'

Always.

and the light from the stars is older than the dirt under your feet

which was obvious to someone in history

Kumala Zenith by three quarters

to a leg. by a nose. on the inside

better ground

Did we off the subject?

metaphysics

Scrumped

knowingly

seven to one outsider

funded numerous childrens

charities tho

so thats good.

boredom

wordflow all be it gummy

stands proud of interest and compassionate

flux. enough is enough: a coda to sanguinity

wills the wind with me

when all of a sudden

the phone rings

an hibiscus and a stained cup

from black tea

notaries.

everso quietly,

importunely - is that a word?

I shiver 0845' ly

and replace the gizmo on lino

ignorantly riding the country

of interrupting priorities

into nature's hums and charm

better with the other words

and colours, sounds of the actual

don't seem rude in amongst the chippings

of boredom.