sometimes....

Words can fail me
I know they are there
My dictionary in my hand
In my phone
Do I know what I want to say......

Me

Me

I only ever write about me

I am all that I know

Yellow

Yellow:

On a Battenberg

Sun in the sky

Flowers in a field

Yellow is not a coward

Time

Time:

The hands go round and round

The date changes

The day is different

The shit is the same

drunken daze....

Sick in my room

Head hurting and all is gloom

Running over cars

And bluffing entry to bars

Lager and lemonade

This shandy needs first aid

Police sirens wailing

My head is ailing

Rough and tumble

Alcohol bravery

Grazed knuckles

Should have said no

Drunken liaisons

Chasing skirt

This will be a good story

Some people think it is all just dirt

When weathered ashore

The bars are beckoning

Cars driving madly

This session ended badly

stuff...

Sitting and thinking:

How to answer those tough questions

How deeply will I be probed

Should I mention that which I half know

Or will my confidence be disrobed

Patience:

Not in hospital

 Good/bad long/short everywhere/nowhere

Awareness is everything

Getting better and relief is residual

Application:

I can apply

It can be right or wrong

This I do not deny

But without this it will be very very long

Sunday:

This is a day of rest

Not a day to work

How to tell what is best

Stop applying you jerk

more......

More about Londinium:

It is still a big place

Opportunities are many

But this is a mega rat race

Many villages to make one city

London is another place