Getting Lost

As the city sleeps
ideas are dreamt,
which rise to condense,
in the cold around the moon
and stars,
to form words,
which trickle down chimneys
and create tomorrow's
news.

Either I've worn him out or the poacher is sickening for something.....he's slept for two days and hardly eaten...He is the sort of man who never goes to doctors though, he cut his hand at the allotment one time and blood was literally spurting out of the wound for several hours...he just wrapped it up, and though it opened up a few times, it did heal fine.
There's no point fussing around him.....I sometimes forget that it's only a couple of months since his liver was about ready to throw in the towel....guess the body takes a while for the immune system to get properly strong again. I blame Monarch airlines for keeping us hanging around in Barcelona airport for twelve weary and expensive hours....breathing in hideous re-cycled air, eating overpriced shite airport cack....but I shouldn't complain...considering fuel price hikes it was a ridiculously cheap holiday......
On the subject of fuel........full support to the M6 demonstrators today...though I don't believe it will be even acknowledged.......The way forward may well be recycling chip fat etc to make bio diesel.........looking into the possibilities.........in the meantime I have blagged a cannibalised bike from my chum.....
I used only a bike for transport right up until 1997 when I started teaching and carrying an office around daily....and after sliding slowly down the front of a number 53 bus, realising death by blind drivers was imminent....
I really enjoy riding a bike and here there are sneaky green lane routes which keep you off the main roads...another great reason for living here.
The only problem now is managing to stay here....I'm not claiming and the bulk of the equity from the house I sold is gone......so I need to find gainful employment. The problem is I have lost all interest in being inside, anywhere near computers or people wearing suits.......
All ambition has fled and I realise how little I need to feel content...I also realise how stressed I was before working 60 hours a week plus. I can never do this again...I never want to go back to that half life....
My mission is to find a better balance....a way of grafting which also doesn't sap the will to live.........