At least the coffee’s hot and understands me
unlike today that just backhands me,
Is it too early for a glass of wine?
My life gets stuck on tic tac toe
a no win, no win, no point to go
I go on because
I’m an awkward cuss.
I saw the universe come to a stop,
but it started up again
( explain that one Brian Cox. )
Should I, should I not have another
from the coffee pot?
I’m watching clouds break up
a bit like lovers do,
to be at home
I need to, want to, got to,
underneath those arches
where our dreams
dreamed with the
Friday clicks the switch
” Robinson, You’re such a bitch ”
which is what I feel I’m in.
It’ll pass, immortalised or
turn to gas
is here until midnight.
© 2017, John Smallshaw.