Her hair looked sort of brown
Or was it purple? I’m not sure
He really wanted to go to that party
But the constable of life
Had out his billy club
It was the no no no of
Only so much time in the day
There was an art to showing up
For mad activities
Though sense was the last thing
To be found on the menu
There was also a strike of lightning
In her eyes that left an impression
Very impossible to describe
He kept going back for more
Looking for himself somewhere
In their reflections
Pools of past experiences
That were untelling in volume
Weight and depth appeared
Walkable in some way but then
Encouraged deeper examination
Before stepping in like an
Analytical rain storm or
Some other indeterminable
Weather forecast
The pattern for failure was clear
If he went down into the galley
There would be another knife
To pull out of his back
This time harder to reach
And the temptation was
Sensational! Like honey
Sweet and irresistible
Each minute begat each hour
However the clock ticked as though
There was no necessary explanation
In the video of his mind if he should
Reconsider returning to his homeland
Or calling home the land he was in
It wasn’t Singapore and the ground
Was relatively firm so the
Distance felt quite manageable
There was a blue bowl with
Pink berries adjacent to a teal spoon
Sitting on the table next to a
Half empty cup of tea
Was this someone else who
Left it behind or could it be
Life was moving so fast
That he had simply forgotten
That he had made it?
That’s how it was living in a world
Of possibilities and dreams
© GÄ
Poétique 