These damn wars
This cancer
Oesteo-arthritis
And that political wanker
The lift that’s now broken
And fibro-myalgia
Sky box-sets half chosen
And that slump in the sofa
And another thing
That’s driving me raving
That wrong time on the cooker
Since daylight saving
And LBC phone-ins
With their adverts and trailers
And news on the TV
Strange views in the papers
And this dread filling giddiness
In my fuzzy thick head
And that there’s no-longer-two-of-us
And this cold space in bed
And the night sweating worry
For you children full grown
And clear memories of my past times
When not ill and alone.
(The first evening on a week’s visit to my mother)
city slowness 