my mind goes to rock n roll and lunch

the way we speak to others 

are we kindly supporting 

or do the little jabs surface?

 

the way we speak to others 

the assumptions we make 

says more about ourselves 

once a thing

if I weren’t lost then, I’m sure lost now

difference is, I stopped my lookin’

an’ embraced the ambiguity 

of my existence 

tight to the chest

I see bits and bobs

laid out neatly-etched 

a-long a winding road 

in fact they-lay

in the peripheral 

where I cannot grasp

tight to the chest

utterance ephemeral 

will they solidify soon? 

everything contingent 

if I don’t move maybe the world will stop

growing over decades, two-ish

we then begin

decaying over a lifetime, unknown 

of maintenances of denial of regret 

I sat a moment with a book just now

the stillness, calm, quiet 

of a Sunday morning with a sleeping dog

cacophony diminishes

in a space I cannot reach

where a storm shade sits

derelict, no rail-guides

chirping birds have nestled 

one trying to fly now

on the windowsill has died 

but we both like to sleep

some say some pets 

and their people resemble  

appearance-wise, but no!

my Birdie gurl

is too beautiful, too sweet