let’s listen to each other
even though
we are cloaked in december weather
even though
the nine to five has me at the end of my tether

brought a picture and hung it on the wall
found a photograph of me when i was small
i turned it over and saw the year –
it was written in my father’s scrawl

it is two in the morning
lamp oil is in short supply
but moonshine warms the mind
and tantalises the eyes

give me your hand
and feel my face
tears do not have to stain nor occupy –
one little space

i have just got take my time
perhaps i am a little cold
a little off centre
and there is more i have not mentioned

if i have the issues
well, that is fine
but a quick glance around me
confirms that the world –
is out of its mind