Is grey, is freezy, is no inspiration
to go outside but we carry on,
contents rippling through the brain
to fine-tune its said neurons.
I am pre-hippy and probably pre-beat,
think it’s strange there’s still a tall
and visibly overweight readership.
I’m more with the frayed angels.
My Friends are Catatonic. Pheremones
are U. Apostrophe for Beginners.
Broadband versus Bastards. Any
number of titles without songs.
There is no alternative to books;
after doing, we’re done for years.
Don’t expect anything wonderful;
I can’t and, more precisely, won’t.
© Rupert M Loydell