Begrudgingly dragging myself to it.
The thing.
Not a person.
A thing.

Looking for the bit I'm supposed to scan with.
The thing.
Not a person.
A thing.

Should I pay or just take it?

Where is the person?
Not a thing.
A person.

Rigid nostrils closing slowly, silently.
Loose jaw supporting the undisciplined tongue,
fighting for neutrality.

So,
this is how she stumbles upon you.

Deviously, neutrally she comes,
never remembering what came before,
marching obediently not knowing the objective.

But you know.

At night it haunts me,
restlessly.

When I wake it won't go,
annoyingly.

But when I need it, it's quiet.

Submitting unto you, O Sausage!
Meaty, fatty you, O Sausage!
My oasis, my breakfast,

My sausage...

The brightest star
knows not its own light
and I, an ordinary writer
can't ever assert I'm right

Time does not gently speak:
it shouts and commands
its voice I heed not
from it I make no demands

Life is made up
of the 'yes 'and 'no'-
alas ! Most don't know
which to follow