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 is contingent 

on something else 

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