Concrete Boots

exhaustion settles

a dark cloak enveloping

all the shadows hanging about

like rude girls on street corners

 

I hug the cloak tighter

frightened if it begins to flap

I’ll take off into the night

fly away and leave life behind

 

the wheels are in motion

peddling into infinity again

I’ll find the strength from somewhere

even if it kills me

 

 

Copyright June 2017

 

Imperial Thoughts

back and forth the argument goes

she could follow the thread if she wanted to

but her mind drifts on other thoughts

of sunny endless times

and 26 inch waists

{she wonders when she stopped mentally translating imperial into metric}

she thinks of diets and books

and who in their right mind would pay $32,000 for a dress

{skewed priorities}

when it could buy a whole library of adventures

she thinks on landlords and a quick buck

of people trapped in life

and burning infernos

she tunes back in for a moment

only to realise the argument

has tied itself in knots

it could take years to unravel

{keep them occupied for the rest of the term}

she sidles back within

has a cup of tea and a chat

with the various demons who have taken up residence

in her mind over the years

“give a man an inch and he’ll take a mile” she thinks to herself

{mentally translating the measurements into centimetres}

before picking up a book

and escaping for a while

into fantasies

 

 

Copyright June 2017