Always a time lapse
somewhere behind,
elastic bands of the
troubled mind.

Young Turks lurk
no money
no work
offside of the law.

There is I am sure
a serenity to find
in the time lapse of
a troubled mind,

Zen,
what then?

and it's not about snap back
chit chat
pictures that
tell me
serenity is there

I need to know where.

Sad a day Saturday
and an easy mistake to make
I take these strings in my stride.

I shall play catch up
to match up the shapes
that shift thoughts that shape me

twisting my tongue around
the troubles that run
away.