Peripheral vision

The winds of change

Are blowing cold tonight

I look at photos

And the memories start to bite

I drink more coffee

Because I don’t want to sleep

I’ve spent too many wasted hours in

the darkness counting sheep

I’ve got Tom Waits playing on the stereo

The walls are closing in

I wish I had somewhere to go

I’m going stir crazy

Oh God these days are going for to slow

What ever happened to just going with the flow?

In my peripheral vision

I see a spider on the wall

I’m writing notes for future poems

But when I look its just a scrawl

My hunger pains are growing strong

I need to eat

I raid the freezer I’m to weak

To even try to give up meat

A bacon sandwich tastes like paradise to me

With some egg, tomato and a little Brie

My cooking skills a pretty bad

I’m like a chimpanzee

I wish I had the talent of that guy Gordon Ramsey

I need to find some true enlightenment

Maybe then I may eventually be content

The smoke alarm is sounding

The bacon’s burnt but I like it crispy

Wish I was fitter not so thin and wispy

Since 17 I’ve worked my fingers to the bone

Since turning 40 I look under every stone

Nothing to show for all these years of work

It must get better or I’m going to go berserk

The bloody bacon now I’ve chipped a tooth

I know I’m negative

I blame it on my youth

I’ll call the dentist in the morning

God I can’t stop yawning

Wish I could find perspective

Write a retrospective

Because I know that things weren’t always bad

I wasn’t always sad

I’ve had some laughs over the years

I’ve tasted many different beers

And I’ve seen many places

Always took too many cases

I should pack more lightly

Be a lot more sprightly

I will make a brand new start

You know I’m speaking from the heart

I’m going to change my whole persona

Take a trip to Arizona

My writer’s block is lifting

Full steam ahead and no more drifting

People talk about epiphanies

But I don’t know what that is

I want breakfast with Tiffanies

With a bottle of fizz

I’ve watched so many sunsets

Seen the turning of the tide

I want to pimp my motor

And take a brand new ride

The winds of change

Are blowing cold tonight

I look at photos

And the memories start to bite

But I’ve seen the future

And for once its looking pretty bright