It feels cold enough for Christmas
Or is that just me?
One of yer actual “walking dead”.

I woke up this morning while remaining unconscious;
My eyes opened tho’ I could not see.
Was this a coffin I was lying in, just  shaped like a bed.

I turned to my wife to speak, but she wasn’t there.
I heard her say “cup of tea?”
To which I replied tho’ it remained unsaid.

What a dilemma, of  Jason Voorhees proportions.
I felt cold mist around my feet
And walking where others still fear to tread.

Damn! It was cold, enough for Christmas, except in Oz
Where turkeys get done on the Barbie
And prezzies were didgeridoos from Aunt Sheila and uncle Ted!

“a smoke” I thought to myself. But my arms, wouldn’t move.
“best time to give up?” I said “maybe”
but this habit still had to fed

and there, in the dimming twilight of morning,
when usually lost in dreams,
came the realisation… We’re out of bread,

damn, and I fancied toast with Paddington’s spread.
Oh well, I wonder if they’ll miss me,
Y’know, like a pet dog, there one minute… X – Y – Zed

Not zee like the Yanks utter, who, would be prising open my box
Just to see. Just to see?
If the inimitable one was gone. Is dead.

Sorry to disappoint and git yer ‘ands off my will,
There’s nowt but my legacy,
This is a life; alive, same old new thread.

But damn it’s cold enough for Christmas (except in Oz)
Or is it just me?
Who knows, what is life? Am I dead?

I’ll tell ya tomorrow……….

© tcmoon 2006

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