let's get on with it

Looking for a string of red crackers
I spy the blue beyond the sound
momentarily disarmed by smoke
I confuse tiredness with melancholy
and build miniature walls around my heart
invented by the broken bits of time

I wait for a popping to ascend up my spine
and for your acceptance of a suspended lettuce
I offer my attention halfheartedly
and question my hesitation
a billboard awakens me from aimless analysis
"What has love got to do with..."
'reality' I add impulsively
a reminder the teenager inside is well and truly
buried beneath life

I desire you in the dark
but only feel comfort with you veiled in daylight
we have days between us
and days to come
the stories of my history
tell me to pipe down and live in it
leaving my questions at the doorstep
I wander through the welcomed year
with a 'being it' attitude...
but never forgetting my romanticism
I grieve the days my heart once throbbed

you say happy valentines
I respond with happy new year

let's got on with it
this is the life of adults

Trafficked

Cycles that come in short bursts…
Each time I settle amongst the soft dirt a wind comes
and blows me into unrelenting traffic…
I grapple at tyres
And recoil from screaming horns
“I’m not in your damn way I’m just trying to find room for me”
As the dust turns to rain
there becomes less of me…
Yet still when I find the right size crack
I get squeezed out before I can settle, seed and grow!

My face is heavy with the endless words that awash my head
Ear to ear I am useless repetition
Things will change, changing things, time will change, just got to settle…………….
Have we started yet?
Looking to the forward
Two thousand and zen/ren
Bring in the tiger and the ring masters
What?
They’re here? Were… here?
But I haven’t even found the first page yet…
Could someone please prompt me?
I’ve seemed to have lost my place.

Needs slipped beneath the toppling pile of challenges
My list of ‘things to do’ no longer consider life.
Each time I feel it at my fingertips
the wind sweeps it away.
Back into the screaming traffic
and first coffee fueled glares…

It’s hard to find clarity when the world has you on the move
but gravity prevents me from dropping my bags
and the time master is questioning me directly
If only I coULD HEAR HIM OVER THE TRAFFIC!!!