#leapyear
Up at dawns crack
Smoke, coffee, **** shower
Hi vis attire
Out the door.
Rock up at the office
Alarm, lights, air conditioning
Laptop, finish iced coffee
Begin the toil.
The blur soon ensues
Clouds behind masks
Behind eyes
Deep within clouded minds.
Cease the toil
Finish beer, Laptop
Air conditioning, lights, alarm
Leave the office.
On my drive home
I realise
It's my birthday
Continue to drive.
Birthday
Nine
Point seven five.
In the door
Hi vis attire
Shower, **** coffee, smoke
Best get to bed
Up at dawns crack.
Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 2:23 AM UTC
To lie for me was some what of a big deal
To lie for me was mundane in the existence of truth.
More of an prediction of the next thought or action
From one moment to the next as it's quite hard to say whats done
relying on reaction alone.
So unlike myself, a rare moment of potential
Behind the rotation of lips spinning on the axis of conversation
In all honesty
The forgetting of names, unintentional speaking.
What led to this quantum of unparallel thinking
This constant spinning of transcendence.
Earth
The raising and falling of the sun
You never say hey or look my way
but insist to make up for the moments missed in the abundance of choice
Precisely the point of rockets
Blasting off
Casting sheet metal and other casings into the atmosphere
before it's destination.
The missing pieces found, later researched to be placed in some big
museum sooner or later.
When does our leap year begin, has it passed
The gravity of thought preceding before step
To me the truth was that much appealing
Removing the dark side that covered the moon
The detail presented in an telescopic view missed by most.
Turning the calendar
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't
waiting for the next leap year to occur
Sep 6, 2016
Sep 6, 2016 at 9:45 AM UTC