2316 - Sick as a brick

Got through work okay, my first full day back
The cold is improving. Several coffees
Helped perk me up and got me back on track
And for the first time in a while, green teas
Helped hydrate me healthily as I breezed
Through emails and phone calls. The day went quick
Which is always good when at work. I seized
It and squeezed the breath out of it, my work
That is. However, I'm tempted to shirk
This evening, as so often. Though I lack
Full health and fitness right now, think I'll squeeze
My muscles and lungs into shape and work
Out on the bedroom rug, and then I'll crack
On for an hour with more guitar practice

2315 - Magical mystery tour '13

Not bad weather for early January
On the train to Wilmslow down in Cheshire
The usual reason, to see my Josie
Walk around and decide where to take her
As we talked, something made her remember
The swimming float she wanted for Christmas
She talked me into a taxi to the
Big John Lewis store, but big John Lewis
Didn't have floats or net bags, nor did this
Tennis centre (David Lloyd) nearby. We
Walked to Cheadle Hulme station, waited there
For the Stockport train. Why Stockport? Because
Jo had remembered 'Decathlon' sold the
Items she wanted. It's a cool sports store!

2314 - Great Toilet Bowl

Been reading a lot while home with this cold
Pearl's Christmas present was a book about
100 objects, some new, but most old
In the British Museum, and I browsed
Through it in a few days. Now got my snout
In a recent Frankie Boyle book, easy
To devour on the sofa. Not going out
Is OK, walking in the rain maybe
Got me in this state anyway. We'll be
Wet a lot more from now on, so we're told
By climate change prophets. Heat brings about
More clouds and thus more rain, reliably
Dumping on the UK, a toilet bowl
Of the gods is where we Brits are now housed

2313 - Ports of thoughts

Bad cold, like I told you just yesterday
Today I stayed off work, philanthropist
That I am, keeping germs safely away
From workmates, though still an empty office
Post-Christmas, not many to give the kiss
Of death to, or discomfort, more like, that
Creates teeming streams of snot that all rush
Down to a green sea of literary snot
This wouldn't mix well with the rain we've had
And we'd all drown in words going astray
Diluted, distributed and dismissed
From memory, though not all of it is bad
In fact, momentary thoughts make every day
Different and exciting, to be cherished

2312 - Cure for the common cold

Bad cold, sniffing and sneezing. My nostrils
Are like a flushing toilet, a cloudburst
A flooded high street, or Niagara Falls
This is some bug, a while since I felt worse
Although that bad neck was injurious
I've left work early, relaxing at home
Yesterday I did good exercises
New record of 16 press-ups was done
And a long guitar practice, playing along
To about 50 songs. Now I'm too ill
To do much, the most liquid of noses
Makes doing stuff hard. My work cycle's on
Though - got up at half-eight, not half-ten. Will
Go to bed early tonight - that's a must!

2311 - Machine gun

Coffee, TV, washing machine, flat, world
Consciousness, eyes, skin, hair, lungs, heart, liver
News, death but not birth, hate not love, it's old
But new to each unknown new-born seer
The forgotten have forgot they were here
They lost out being first, there was less then
Now there's too much, will cost the next lot dear
The difference between computer and pen
Technology has outstripped the human
It's smarter than its users and its world
But it still needs its users to give a
Breath of real life, a breath full of poison
Garbage in, garbage out, plug can't be pulled
Machines are our slaves, driving us faster

2310 - Life and death science

Welcome to 2013, we're all teens
Again, like we were in the First World War
Learning the harsh truths again, although seen
Through gas clouds darkly. Pax Nucleana
Has saved our souls lately. Are we before
A new technology replacing bombs
With something else that kills, but saves the floor
And buildings for our vanquishers? What comes
From hoarded wealth, if not emptying homes
Of poor opponents worldwide? The earth teems
And cash can't be spread that thin. Jehovah
Sent witnesses to warn there wasn't room
For more mortal life, but confess your sins
New births will stop, and we'll live forever