It’s said not to pee into the wind,

Or is it said not to spit,

The worst thing to do is to puke into same,

That would be in itself a major sin…

Wish I could pop some speed,

Like I did 30 odd years ago,

Make me forget my problems,

Made me enjoy from anybody,

A good or even a bad blow…

I sit here staring into the dark,

The property surrounding me like a park,

Right now it has well leafed trees & healthy grass,

Given a few more months & it will be disgustingly stark…

Just sitting here and thinking in general nothing,

Till comes along to think of, something,

So boring is this nighttime job,

If I allow myself to think,

All will come up & out, more so than everything, that does so stink...