Some fag end of the weekend doggeral, dipped in spite and fear. Being one of a multitude has never been reassuring. So before I go and leave this here there just remains to say. This has pretty much percolated up just now. It’s taken maybe half an albums listening to do as I was on the cusp of going to count more Zeds to be added to the collection. Zzzzzzzz….
105. The second reel. (23 Aug 2015).
I’m going to hell in a bedsheet,
With a duvet for a sidearm
A pillow for a Stetson,
And a dream in which,
The office gets to play Hadleyville,
My desks the marshalls office,
And my seats the one,
Where Frank Miller sat,
But even though I know the ending,
And the middle through and through,
Monday’s now fresh out of jail,
Coming on the midnight train,
Leaving me alone to feel,
Like one of Miller’s men.
That never sees the second reel,
© Jim Laing 2015.