Old bones in the morning ache
like cogs and wheels accumulating
rust from a cloying atmosphere
Decrepitude. It mocks
But I sense in this calling of time
a humour that goes with the warning
I can languish in the arrested zone
and take stock
starring in some delicious dreams
so real that heaven has surely come
and wrapped me in a welcome blanket
So here, between the light and dark
I am a novice
ready to go lightly and laugh
at the tolling of last orders.
Ladies and Gentlemen. Please.