2791 - Yesterday no more

A day late with this, thought I'd written it
Last night, but, no, I was playing guitar
Til Louis came home from his selling stint
About ten fifteen, and then I thought, yeah
That's it for the evening, it's time for a
Trip to my bed with 'Bleak House' and that did
Me in, as you'd expect. Well, here we are
Again, a day late diary, time has slid
On by another day, under the lid
Of time's bin goes another one, despite
The illusion that things are the same for
Another day. But as time goes on, best bid
Farewell to yesterday, remembering it
Well - well the best bits - and grab the future

Mainly about yesterday, Mon 7 April

2790 - Manchester Castle Magic

I laid in til ten, then got out of bed
But I woke at six til seven, you know
So that's my excuse. Porridge I self-fed
Which filled me up til lunch, which was soup - so
Filling, I felt stuffed. (Pea and ham.) We so
Enjoyed Everton stuffing Arsenal
Then Louis went out to catch a film show
Don't know what it was, didn't see him til
I got home after a good night, a gal
Came out with me for spoken word, she read
And so did I, and we did well, then oh
It was fun to be back at the Castle
Life can be good, no matter what they said
As long as we all try to make it so

Sun 6 April

2789 - Chocolate stout

It's early evening, I'm back from Knutsford

Beer Festival, which I enjoyed alone

No-one else turned up, but that's not my fault

I liked the beers, especially choc stout, one

Was not enough. It worked out four tokens

Got me four half-pints for five quid, and that

Works out as two-fifty per pint,and an

Excellent choice of beers brewed by firms that

Are mainly local, and are passionate

'Passion' I admit, is just a buzzword

But that's what they claim in the brochure. Goin'

To read some short stories tomorrow night

Hopefully, a good friend will hear my words

Til then I'm consigned to the twilight zone

2788 - Spring in my step

I'm watching Graham Norton with Kylie
And Russell Crowe, and Cameron Diaz
And someone else whose names just escapes me
Perhaps I should be smoking something. Grass
Grows green at this time of year, leaves smell fresh
As I walk to work, sniffing plants, sometimes
I get a whiff of waccy baccy as
I make my way through Salford, the sun shines
In April, spring in my step, traffic lines
Up on Regent Road, then I cut through the
Sainsburys car park, away from the cars
And lorries, so I hear music that shines
Over the traffic's roar, and that makes me
Happier, to hear the bass, not just the brass

2787 - Tickly cough

Do aliens live out there in Saturn's rings
Or on its moons where oceans lie beneath
Or how 'bout one of those disks orbiting
The giant red-eyed Jupiter, it's breath
Perhaps warming those icy spheres where death
Is larger than life, as it mostly is
Apart from here on this blue planet Earth
Where every nook, every peak's touched by us
Directly with grubby greedy fingers
Or indirectly by the poisoning
Half-human wind that's now polluting both
The thing we don't value, the wilderness
And the thing we do, ourselves, and as spring
Heats up the sour air, we gasp for breath

2786 - Late night sermon

Ah, uh, oh yeah, well right, it's all good, yeah
I'm writing this before I go to bed
That's obvious, I couldn't write it, where
In bed? Of course not, so I write instead
Before I go there, before my old head
Turns off its light and heads toward dreamland
Now you might think about the things I've said
And decide that they're bollocks. They are, and?
You think there's no value in that? I planned
It that way, having tried making sense, pear
And apple, I'm no Cockney, right said Fred
But I know everything is built on sand
I learned it in Sunday School back somewhere
Last century, when young brains were unfed

2785 - The game of life

I'm going to miss the Man United game
Or most of it, at any rate, due to
A regular fun night, that's what's to blame
Worst Comedy Night in Salford, I'm due
At in a few minutes. Must find my shoe
And my other one, too, and put them on
Walk down Oldfield Road, Chapel Street, then go
Left up Bloom Street, get one or two pints in
At the King's Arms, then with Dermot, make an
Arse of myself. And why not? There's no shame
In it, it's fun, usually, except a few
Times when we die, but the resurrection
Can sometimes happen to us mere humanes
That was a crap rhyme, so what, hey, fuck you!