'it's Love Actually'
Monday
I can do it
'Standing on my head'
but I'd rather have hot milk
and cornflakes smuggled into..
...red
I feel the colour coming creeping
waking up my life from sleeping
dreams..
..the wind can't whistle properly
it's driving me insane and
that constant spittle soaked Godiva
always heralds rain.
And now it's half past four
half way nearer to the door
in fact it's almost all the way
through Monday
( not really
I made that up)
A cup
a wash
no
shave
saving that for later.
That's it for a bit
I'm awake
cold
I ache
but better that than laying flat
and
practising for my funeral.
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