Jumble sale

Eyes shot
hair’s in a mess
why is it so
that
regaining consciousness
comes with a price?

in migration mode
I hit the road
which as you can see
is
a violent side to me.

Life and or living
we have or we throw it away,

I could easily ‘etch-a-sketch’
a prize giving day
for the losers
I have met along the way,

but blinding in their kindness
are the
saints who march beside us
to clean
the waste we leave behind us
when we hit the road again

© 2018, John Smallshaw.