One of life’s nuisances…

 

The hours go by
Slowly, inexorably
Every single one
Of the eighty-six thousand
And four hundred seconds
Was felt by the constant
Nerve damaged feet
And the unending pins and needles.

Nothing could be done
It will never go away
Diabetes type two, see
The price that we pay.

Perhaps if he’s lucky
Tomorrow will prove to be
A good, much better day
Pins and needles free.

Bugger! Ce la vie!

©Joe Wilson – One of life’s nuisances…2018

Wasted…

 

Wasted —-me
Time, not enough was said
Too much was said
Nuance is a funny word.

‘I love you’
You should have said —— but didn’t.

Alone and feeling like a fool
Modern parlance — you’re a tool.

And you went to Jack
Is that the answer?

Oh! Now we’re into the self-loathing
God!! Relationships go belly-up
But only because you don’t —speak!

Jack does taste nice though
I think I’ll have another.

Wasted ———— me
Oh bugger!!!

©Joe Wilson – Wasted…2018

Untitled…

 

He was drunk
Three large glasses of Jim Beam
Had ensured that
… and they were large glasses.

It didn’t help of course
No demons were driven out
Or away.
The drinking had become a bad habit.

He used to worry
About his liver
His general health.

Now it is only her
His one, his lover
His companion, his friend.
She has yet another hurdle to climb.

When will enough be enough
It would seem that the answer is – never!

©Joe Wilson – Untitled…2018