by Patricia Walsh
Waking up confused, an onerous strife
Between rising and robing a sweetheart deal
Negotiated between reputation and desire
In time to dalliance on another’s timetable.
Bus within spitting distance, unfolding heats
Roundabout journeys are always the best
Staring at landmarks to its final destination
Cutting through traffic lights a done deal.
Semi-precious stonehears envelop the buiding
Good to have, bad to need, rediscovering luck
O another’s misfortunes, sanitising hands
On exit,egress, a ritual worth keeping.
An alphabet relearned continously.
Reminders on breaks a conscientious folly
Shunting boxes into neat concatenations
Watching one’s back in due process.
Pedestrianised licence calls the shots
Falling inlove with routine, however brief
Tailor-made to eat into association
Reputation is kety, glad to feel delighted.
Poisoning onself on a meal ticket
Praying for permanence where intended
God’s punishment overdue, answer my prayers
While my coffee grows cold, time permitting