Trying Another Way Out of This Ruined Day
Nothing is working today, goddam it!
I’m discombobulated after an early
Morning wake-up call from our fire
Alarm system insisting it was my room
On fire but hey I got it sorted and
Right now I sit here smoking a good
One as this Saturday is already ruined,
As outside the teeming masses devour
Shops whole in their consumerist binge
Whilst the pubs stand full of the awful
Down from London weekend types and
The words I worked on earlier just
Came out wrong wrong wrong but
Hey maybe I’ll make it another way.
The Return of the Magnificent Bastard
I want to weep with
Despair at the time that
Has passed since I sat
Here doing this, this
Magnificent bastard of a
Thing which I love so
Much but which I’ve
Been held back from
Doing for so many
Reasons.
People I should have
Told to fuck off, plans I
Should have dumped to
Get down to this. This
Never-ending battle against
Those who just… exist
Who just sit around
Bored with their own
Company & can’t get
Their head around someone
Actually craving these
Moments of splendid isolation.
These moments when
Everything I need is to
Hand & I got all the time
In the world to seize
Something from the
Archive of my mind
To remind myself of what
Life was like back when
I truly lived but now, well,
Who needs all that
Insanity when I got all
Those god-damn
Magnificent bastards
Of memories no matter
How hazy those times
Were…
Oh what times they were!
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