We love in a world
of offer and acceptance
Creating contracts
Our misguided intentions
lack of consideration
Category: Urban Thoughts
Waiting
I arrive early,
come back later.
When I arrive later,
a certain look.
Sitting and waiting
on the wooden seat.
Shaded by the Plain tree,
leg hair moves in the wind.
People watching;
odds and ends on election day.
A crow talks shit.
Maybe it’s a pissed off Cockatoo;
no, it’s a crow
perched on the sign Drinking Water.
Waiting and watching,
everything hurts from the hard seat.
Learning about people
and listening to random conversations.
The crow is a squeaky wheel;
the cloud cover dims the soft light.
The odd looks continue,
and my finger keeps touching the keys.
Saturday morning, in the madness
bursting with cars, and
a shit Council incapable of foresight.
On election day,
a day we should be grateful for,
I wonder about this two-faced place.
Beginnings & Endings
Waiting for the microwave to finish,
lunch will end soon,
watching the time tick the day away,
dinner will start soon,
wishing for something to start,
hoping for something to end.
You began, then you end,
I begin, then I will end;
we will all begin and end.
Very Short Story: The Snarl
Spring is on the wind, flowers begin to bloom, and the day is new.
Walking to remember the Winter you cannot forget, walking to shed some of the much-loved Winter calories.
Passing by a new neighbour, the dog greets you with a smile and the neighbour a snarl.
Haiku: Dream
A humanist dream,
thoughts best kept to myself in
this aggressive world.
Morning Sunshine
Warmth in the morning,
opening crusty eyes.
Grumbling about dreams,
running for the toilet,
a fart escapes on the journey.
A giggle from the bed,
“You’re disgusting!”
followed by more giggling.
Sunshine through a blind,
sitting on the toilet,
chatting to your partner.
The Fly
Thoughts of snow,
reprieve from the heat.
Chickens live next door,
often disguised as roosters.
Flies buzz determined;
evil beasts want tasty food.
A beast enters by magic,
the instant recognition of the fly swat.
Angry as a beast lands,
you wildly spank the chair.
Abandoned Places
An eerie remembrance,
ghosts of the past,
we, living in the present.
A broken sadness,
unknown truths are hidden,
weathered decay.
A desire to visit,
photographs never enough,
visiting abandoned places.
Returning to the City
The grey of the morning passed,
turning the day into a Spring Day.
Returning to the city after so long,
so jittery and awkward in my skin.
Picking a cafe out of the busy way,
to sit and process many feelings.
Sipping a cappuccino so far away,
jolted from thought by a kind pug.
Poetry Days
Slumped over the desk,
creeping fatigue lingers,
and haunts poetry days.
C & K 