Seven years luck

Instinct
distinct
from indistinct
he thinks.

methinks
he thinks
too much.

I am being bullied by
the voices in my head
chattering indistinctly
or is that
distinctively instinctive?

‘give me a break’
I said,
my arm’s now in plaster
a distinct disaster.

The world is spinning faster
perversely
I’m
slowing down.

Old is the new black
the truth is
going back to a youth is
impossible.

© 2017, John Smallshaw.