Boiled eggs

The jump start
a pumping heart
blood ricochets in
my veins.

Hold onto the reins it’s
a bumpy ride on a rocky road through
a tireless night with a heavy load to bear,

I wear Gucci
it suits me when
she shoots me

but it’s lemon and lime in
the orchard there’s time
still to heal.

Then it was breakfast at last
friends and what passed between them
was marmalade and
soldier men,

© 2016, John Smallshaw.