Back to the clock, watching
hands playing hopscotch
around the dial,

in a while or some time later,
maybe
I'll make a *** of tea
or maybe
I'll sit and watch the clock

even the choices I make
take some time.

It's probably highly propitious
to think that I might be
a genius
( quickly checks dictionary )
and yes!
that is me.

Unassuming

Shall we be
as we have always been
the great unwashed
the unseen?

The world may change
but we shall have seen her in all of
her glory
or
maybe that is the story we tell ourselves
as erosion bites and the nights last longer.

But we're as lean as lamposts
and as fit as fiddles
except for the  coughing and the
fat that spreads around our middles.

I live with the thought that we are
what we've bought.

I'm not ready to buy the farm just yet.

That old trailer owned by my Dad
had nothing to do with 'Breaking Bad'
don't even think my Dad could cook,

Mum could though
so
you never know.

this arrangement between the trees
and the leaves that leave the trees
endures,
every year, the same

So
Trip Advisor
and
LSD.

not
a trip
they
can tell me about

an easy mistake
to make.

Monarch,
the airline
not the butterfly.

Dandelions do not growl
we behead them anyway
to
make tea

and daises
that make chains
to tether us
to yesterday