Two panes of double glaze and I'm curled like a wizened codger
one eighty to the view, staring artlessly onwards, cream wall
in my face and I'm tracking all the contours of the lodger
on concrete; my faceless shadow stares at me, gloats over it all
and if I harboured hatred to hit out in anger I'd smash
up my shade to the minimal avails of a broken
done knuckle that may never convalesce whilst my mind wipe, flash
in the pan, ineffectually I thrash, all actions; token
there's no portent in the plaster nor the carpet where my maw
falls smacking hard on the ground, and In my delirium I
See a Mayfly leg lodged in the skylight, part in, out the door
Trapped in for the one only day where it'd ever tried to fly
I claw at the skirting, protesting and screaming but the bile's in
my throat and my brain fluid's in my earholes it's spilling my
Life like water from the proverbial, drops fall on my skin
Black liquor hard drinking it's in my hands now, I must defy
but the chain keeps on pulling and the manacles at my shin
And the wire at my neck will cheese me down if I overstray
And the demons that ululate, they mat me in excrement
Yet I spit at them still whilst I bear life left, I will still stay
True to ambition and true to those dreams whilst unevident
, fatalistic, perhaps wrong for this universe which preys
On the weary and skins some into nothing, just elements
drifting in a sea of candle souls whilst kids blow at the cake
And I may not always be here or always be happy, days
pass on as erosion, carving small islands of hope, I rake
At the lake; trying to carve up my reflection, my shadow's
My friend now, There's nothing doing nor done we're all
Out and we're all out and we're out and we're flying and
You win if you've gone through the hardest of tortures
so you look at those people who've been more successful
who've been better than you, who've done what you've not
done and you realise that behind those smiles that they're
painted with is the a thousand lines of pain by those very
same knives that cut and carve at you, even now they're
inescapable you'll cope and you'll fly and you'll fly and you'll
fly and
you'll
fly.