Work: Love

A bit of an abyss

Profound was lost in dark

Evaporated bliss

The man without an ark

The day it grinds me raw

The mill is mine to tread

I wonder what it’s for

This living almost dead

But you are in my dreams

And sometimes in my bed

So nothing’s what it seems

If you aren’t in my head

It’s time I turned around

For you is where I’m found



I went to work. I wandered home. My life was simplified.

For I was there and all alone with no one at my side.

The roundabout of love for me was not an easy ride.

No pity please! I can survive. I’m made of stronger stuff.

That playground’s made me realise that I can be so tough.

I have my health and sense of self, for now that is enough.

I see you look. I see the eyes. You want to ask me why.

Am I aloof, unpopular, or simply high and dry?

That sombre and unsmiling man who watches you pass by.

You turn around. I feel your gaze. You pierce me deep inside.

And all the pain and hurt that over years I’ve tried to hide,

You comprehend and validate then gently put aside.

You take my hand. You swing my heart. You turn my insides out.

You want to change my life and that you can, I have no doubt.

I go to work but simple has become more roundabout.

Bus Trip

Today I will be getting on a bus
Because a different weekend lies ahead
From sleepy town to carnage I will thrust
In tinsel town tonight I’ll make my bed
I wouldn’t want that lifestyle all the time
Such hedonism’s not for every day
But every now and then it’s mighty fine
A chance for me to have a holiday
Surrendering desire into the night
The light fantastic tripping ecstacy
Abandon rules until the morning bright
Reality will come to rescue me
Return to dull routine but I know when
I need to I can board the bus again