Troubled Sleep

I live, work, breathe, go through the motions, unnequivocally unchanging 

on the narrow path tiresomely steep

yet I'm  always asleep when I weep

rattled by the things I see and hear

almost an inclusion, a sight 

a narrow corridor, a peep

most people are confoundly irritated when I am around, perhaps that's why I'm always asleep when I weep

I've heard it before absorbed from generations of ancient stories given to us by centuries past through the ground

I'm far too stupid to be profound

Grandad died with a knowledge 

he has taken it with him to keep

Yet to me it's a repetitive sound

maybe that's why I'm always asleep when I weep, too tired to carry on

I always sleep then I weep

Pine table

Nostrils saviour the smell of pine

turn, cut, smoothen out

craft of a hand steady

skill is detail

a bowl

fruit

table

Inanimate 

collecting dust

thirty years a tree

thirty years for me

rotten sweet fruit

mouldy apple

soft plum

sandpaper 

return to wood

senses are mine

the faint smell of pine

polish with antique wax

put it on the big brown table

fruit in a bowl sit down and relax

Innocent smiles😌

Soggy vegetables, worn out shoes

detestable conditions the air is dry,

cockroaches;crunching sound on polystyrene tiles, 

damp squalid walls

hear the joy of innocent smiles

draconian blue, poppy red,

dust in the lungs of a perpetual youth,

moulded rice cakes,

mucused slime of trailed slugs suggesting a pattern, 

concrete cancer in towers, 

high rise fall from sloth

ignorant minds, innocent smiles

smoothed green fur surrounding metal windowed frames,

condensational graffitied glass

a nose resting all eyes seeing 

view of a spectacular city

gun goes "bang bang", innocent smiles

wheezing, sneezing, depressed,

bronchial pneumonia 

tear stained tshirt,smell of death consumed stale oxygen for the last time

a new born baby, an innocent smile

Have you ever?

"Aah bless them they are so lovely, look at them sitting quietly in the corner, turn the music up Dave, let's enjoy this rave"

"Aaah, are you alright loveys?, have you got a drink?", "what would you like?", "a lager and a sherry, Aaah alright", "DAVE GET THE OLD COUPLE IN THE CORNER A LAGER AND A SHERRY" AND HURRY UP COZ IM FEELING MERRY"

"that was good what a laugh, now I'm gonna have a bath!, watch that old couple don't fall asleep, I'm sure he's had too many whiskys, oih don't you get frisky!"

"Aaah have you had fun?, perhaps you should go home now, it's getting late! 

there you go, don't forget to shut the front gate, now they've gone we can party great"

"it was a bit young for them oldies, who invited them Dave?, they should be in bed by ten!. you did you daft aper, come and give me a hug then" and listen to the New year by the bells of Big Ben

Trials and tribulations of a narcissist

An awkward end a deliberate lie

forcing a bid to ask the question...why?

tattered, shred, a worn out bed

Obliviously blind

must be soft in the head!

The cheese has turned a revolting smell

inside the corpse holds a rotting shell 

half a bottle of corked valpollicella 

fragments on the carpet,

I could not tell her

shattered, whimsical to the end

a broken glass that could not mend

Relativity holds the key

it must be something withinside of he

a damaged chromosome

mutilated gene

something so hidden

that cannot be seen

A flowers strength, veins up the stem

neatly ironed trousers, a damaged hem

trod on by shoes covered in shit

a narrow point of view, steep sided pit

On the edge of a mountain

through snow covered hills

a blizzard forecast

photographs are stills

Movement described by an artists hand

the chills moved on to the pleasant land

seven archangels a musical theme

welcome once more

to the promised dream

Northern Line

Observing the tunnel, from a midnight view, contemplating his dinner a mighty beef stew

The angel ahead seen as a light, signals are good, green shows alright, platform edge clear, passengers move back, except for one man looking down on the track, he did not respond to the hoot of the horn, unknown to the driver he wished he weren't born

brakes screeching hard stop with a thud, one carriage past, on the screen there is blood

"stay in the cab" the controller advised

driver distraught,  reacting quite brave, somewhat contrived

a selfish act if they have their say,    

that inconsiderate person destroyed our day

try to see it the other side, a family destroyed, a heartbreak for a bride

sad loss for a girl as beautiful as the sky

deserves more contemplation than a whimper and sigh

 a tragedy for many, a soul gone wrong

life is so precious live it for long

The Carpenters Arms

Truman light ale methodically pumped into a glass, whisky at 1/6th of a Gill always politely passed,

Yet this quaint little pub on the corner had a secret in its past

Painted deep blue colour on the window pane, sign above the door that says please come again

Mum counting change backwards with a smile on her face, Bill has one more whisky chaser almost a disgrace

The Landlady would ask for help in the small dark cellar, Mum would nod approval, if i had the chance to tell her

Bottles down the chute stacked into crates, 'enjoyed life then' working at eight, remarking happily to my mates.

Childhood recollections of good times, at a last, such a shame those days have gone along with the working class. 

life is Cruel, uncaring, obtuse, somehow crass

Yet this quaint little pub on the corner had a secret in its past.