excuse my playful time
they let us out for a little skuffle round the monopoly board of words
despite the fact that the shoe was missing
i made do with the Maxamillion herds

Totally random, type anything, next word that comes to mind, association mind games, before I go to sleep. (well I'll have a deep bath 1st)

Show me the way to go home
I am tired and I want to go to bed.

Look to the horizon
Something of great size is afire
I think its my dreams
upon on closer examination
it seems the assumption correct
shame that in all the effort to protect them,
the columns of smoke rise erect.
Not even a breeze to sway
almost an insult
as the weather usually gets in the way
no
not this day

there go your dreams boy

there lay the ideas at the base
bits of ash to kick around
im an A student ace of this
I'm a medieval mace swinger
the bringer of jolity
I am mercury
like the poison that leaches
it was the weight of the world
and its aspiration preaches
that put me on the pedestal perch
along with the humblest of leaches

at least I'll get some satisfaction
for embers make a lovely sound
when you walk
the gift of hindsight you see
and that extinguisher she lent me
too late and useless
i am not an electrical fire
nor a wishing well on which to draw
not the ruffled feather of yesterdays jackdaw
I am this mornings problems
I am tomorrows solution, like a-sulphate
in pretty blue
the copper when liquid
a chrome shaft skewer of barbecue
baking
in the god forsaking earth we trashed
yes, like mash get smashed
the tin men laughed at me
hysterically
and who can blame them
tell me why
and tell me about pipework pie in the sky
the tentacles of something alien
ten years of running on dry
the little buggers popped in behind me
taking the skin tone with it
making sallow pale and livid emotion
'you half empty, deep breathing sigh!'
keep marching
never know what the sleeps tide will bring
the right side of bed
a recovered wedding ring
from a U bend of a cheap hotel
from the Mr muscle of a propitiatory hell
all foaming at the mouth
since ingesting
never heard the manager protesting
as he handed me saint peters keys
and a tub of white paint
for the gates of his mal at ease


Goodnight.