Unshaven melody

The first to know
the last to go

I
feel for them
stars
filled with
helium
wallflowers on
the ceiling of life.

That’s nothing to do
with the way I get through
the maze of my days
every blind bend
sends me screaming
around each twist and turn
watching myself as I burn
out.

On the underground is like
being underwater without
the benefit of an oxygen tank
can’t breathe
don’t believe
it should be this way.

But I’m getting ready
getting set to blow
the first to know
the last to go.

Postscript
the tube’s broken down
one more fuk up to add to
the list of things not to do
when heading to
London Town.

(It’s screeching like a banshee
I should have taken the jubilee)

© 2018, John Smallshaw.