(20 minute poetry)


If I could invest a little time
admire the finer things
like good wine,
I'd be a happier
me.

But we all know investments go down as well as up
and my time might end in a cup of cold black
China tea.

This is how a Tuesday starts,
breaking backs and
broken hearts
if only I could invest
a bit more
time.

It's the Central line
I guess you guessed that
it always leaves me feeling rather flat when the time just wastes away on the underground every day.

But it ends
I know it's true,
when
another midnight
comes to chip through
the wall I've built,
my life goes tilt
one more time.