Author: strokeofbadluck

The rain, it’s falling.

But the birds are singing too.

Perplexing, I think.

I don’t know what day
It is today. Half term – it
Makes me think Sunday.

In the grown-up world,

Such wonders to behold. First,

Get your trousers on…

The thrum of heating,
Always starts round about now.
Warms radiators…

The birds in the trees
Are singing on my left. But
Less so on the right.

The ringing in my

Ears. Under water. Too, too

Many late nights, once.

Five seven five. It
Makes a kind of sense. Until
I just can’t do it.

Touch sensitive, it
Says. The screen gets dirty. An
iPhone’s mystery.

Monday morning whirrs.
Rubbish is cleansed from the street.
Beginning again.

Seventeen seconds.
Second album by The Cure.
Snap go syllables!