It’s Sunday today,
the sun did come out to play,
for a little while.
I went for a walk,
with my camera ready,
but without a film.
it is an oldie,
no codes or digitals,
just dials and things.
Next week’s in nearby,
knocking on poor Monday’s door,
even though there’s time.
Give it a rest,eh!
Back off will yer, stupid work,
you just pay the bills.
Strange, when you drink tea,
and kind out you made coffee,
it can be a shock.
I’m drawing the line,
right here and right now, just see,
I have drawn a line.
The air is heavy,
dank with dampness, dark and dire,
in the twightlight hour.
I’m making it up,
every word and sentence here,
it is all made up.
I sit here writing,
do it quick and do not think,
just check the spelling.
Please give your yes vote,
click the button on the right,
or was it the left?
There isn’t a book,
the poems are not that good,
at least I think so.
I’m painting boxes,
wooden boxes and it’s fun,
with random artwork,
I cannot help it,
mix the colours with coffee,
and just slap it on.
