Earphones
iPhones
headphones on
zones
one to six.

Sticks and stones are
weapons of your choice,

I listen to the voice
my choice.

Friday and I float away
the air waves me
goodbye.

This'll be the jade
the green on which
was played the games
we played,
hardened now and
lacking lustre
just a thought away.

It's an inner place in
which I hide the face that
hides from me
a sanctuary
thanks to me.

I'm wandering again to
ease the pain,
earphones on
zone one

and zoning out is what
the day's about
to
scrape away
rough edges of the day
to oil the wheels
let's see who steals
a little more,
to find out what
I'm doing here and
what I'm working for.

Kismet?
and yet I
don't believe it.