Banality disrupts the
seeing eye
corrupts the incorruptible
and I sit idly by
a piece in a thousand year puzzle
It’s us and them and who versus who
that counts, but
count your beans they’ll add to ten
and we’ll have Jack to tea again
When I fade just scratch me out
erase me
leave me in no doubt
I shall be the smoke to rise, to
become the tears locked in
your shining eyes
the autumn sky
the warring night
the arms you hold
to hold you tight
thirty versus thirty more
crawling along the bathroom floor
I know I’ve crawled this way before
and the closing of the bedroom door
reminds me that I’m home
© 2016, John Smallshaw.
