Walking around the tired bend with one good shoe. Mouth is dry, wrist against my hat soaked forehead. Trying to distinguish the Sunlight from the land up ahead. Casually, I rest upon my laurels, thinking old thoughts, surprised how slow I move onward. What day is this, as if it matters, asking myself to put at least one thought in this lousy old head.

Dancing circles round the moon, inviting it to call us captive. Befriending daisy’s of indifference, turning their blossom to whomever gives them sugar. I wanted to ask you something then I remembered it didn’t matter anymore, Cause time just chooses who it wants to shine, sometimes theirs infrequently mine. All decks lean toward London.

Emptied the cannons because the sea never hears. As if anyone cares that fifty odd rusty old kilos joined the deep in the secrets never told. She had stalks of hair a hay bale of a noggin. Trying to intervene without a scratch of throwing my back out sideways. She looked up at me with the crooked little smile and waited, presumably for me to say something worth hearing.

But the Cairo train was early so I caught a ride and sat against vinyl wishing my sweat were not so sticky. Applauding everyone who called me and willing to marry any who would feed the little man hidden deep inside. Which avenues of fury ferry in those who mean no well to anyone? Running lazy circles til the cows got dizzy, I dust of my pancho waiting for Jesus to arrive.

Alive and incendiary hoping something pounces so I can set its heart aflame. Taking seriously the requests of evening to introduce the morning. Tears and smiles alike we took our dusty bags and walk ol’ Heaven’s mile. Too afraid to scramble and much too tired to swim, we decided just to dally in the nonchalance hoping that someone would ask us the proper time.