Bit part life (short story)

  I don't know how your memory works; or mine for that matter but I am more aware of the workings of my memory. Now it had given out on me along with everything else I was truely aware of it. This dark calm place I call the boot zone; between the memories, imaginings and nightmares I wait. A chair dusty with-god-knows-what and a book. Always a book I had read, this time it was Catch 22. Opening the book out of habit I knew I would find, the same thing I had found countless times or was this the first? It was blank, every page blank. Blank. Funny, trapped inside my own skull and I am trying to bored myself.

It was coming.

The black boot zone was flashing darker still the world was quivering and waving. Sea sick in a moment I would have given anything to be in the boot zone bored.

I must have fallen asleep reading again. Catch 22 lovely book. Food! That would go down very nicely. Through the corridors and into the kitchen; My culinary skills were no match for this basic hob. I opened up a tin of soup three minutes and I would eat like a god. I settled myself infront of my book and the darkness came.

The boot zone. That dusty chair. The book that was always blank., it was open and there were words. I read on: The problem is you never know when a dream starts.

Hate

The sight of you is disappointing
The smell of you is worst
The sound of you is fucking crap
You make me want to curse

Long time no see

I haven't written anything in the longest of times. so to remedy this I give you my reason in the form of a poem.

Weak phrases condensate inside my skull and form clouds of doubt
Where writs nor prose dare fly these sluggish words may never out
This apathy like rain dampens my resolve; the spark less chance to catch
A flame of inspiration would drive this bedraggled musing from there hiding place
Alighting on my tongue fresh and warm

The Life and Times of Ken

Ken loved  his wife.
But enjoyed prostitutes; his gave his wife a headache.
"For Gods sake they're just whores" Ken would say when his wife questioned him on his preferences.
"I love you but they do anal"

Land Speed Misery

Time flies when you're having fun
But when you're miserable a second won't get done
I'll show you what it's worth
Take you're saddest day and you're the fastest man on earth
Well Bolts got his money so i have him beat
He has his health so he won't get out of his seat
I'm a jobless chronic smoker with compassion fatigue
In any race I'm out of your league