Sunday, boring Sunday

nailed to my chair
like a hand in a glove
with the world at my feet

I have nowhere to go
no friends to meet
I sit in retreat

a hollow space
an empty face
out of time
out of place

a boring Sunday
is al I have
nailed to a chair
birds in the trees

too far away
sky showing some fatigue
no one near enough to please
a longing is there

it says what you need
is some distracting sleep
to leave a boring Sunday
a withered leaf

(c) JR. eightees

My share

it's tearing at me 

a lot of hurt inside

all the love I miss 

sensation you find

I don't have much 

not much to give

just the life I live 

it ain't much

it's all I got

it takes time 

I calm down 

take my drink

down it 

love I just can't find 

out there
somewhere in a nowhere

somethin's got to give

somethin's got to excist 

somethin's got to be 

way down deep

it takes time to find 

but it's out  there somewhere 

my soul's searchin' there 

searchin' for my share 

(c) JR. 1985

Nowhere

sittin' here waitin' on a train
goin' somewhere into nowhere
'cause goin' nowhere is the only
place left for me to try

memorisin' the good life I had gone
somewhere out there without givin' me
a reason without explainin'

the 'don't knows' or the 'why's I'm lost
in a situation where you're waitin' on a
train goin' into nowhere

'cause  nowhere is the only place left
to go


(c) JR. 2018