Crystalline sunshine.
From the new day's haze.
Court a waxwork harem,
To set the week ablaze.

Comfortable daydreams
Though, rarely pan out;
Expectation reality gap,
And unfulfilled pout.

Working backwards, to time,
of unwashed plenty;
hardly speak of ours,..
as if our life a crime.?

Vicar steps sideways,
Following night on the town.
Decimal irie,
And you check with a frown...

Waistrel, or wag, miss,
You should have got used to me;
The solicitor's letter,
Was never on bended knee.

                                   jimtom say...