Colorado beetles

You’re reading this post
which
I think is my post
the dog
sees a lamppost
and cocks his leg.

My eyes on stalks as
someone walks across
the sky and a star is born
in Birmingham,
Bethlehem being full.

Synchronising
pulling my eyes in
meshing the gears,
fooling the years into
thinking they’re days.

The messiah got higher
and
the altimeter broke
‘somebody spoke’ out
we all tried to break out
but found we were bound to what
we can’t make out.

The dog has the right idea
to growl
at the flea in its ear
is pointless.

© 2018, John Smallshaw.