145 lite

Where it takes me

South into the Sunlight or
there into another night filled
with dreams.


She beats me every time.

I go with the scarecrow
and vote for the straw man
the tin man
the bin man at the
anyone who promises something
and nothing

only to drop with my blood pressure
and find it doesn’t ring in my ears.

But I’m home now and safely to find
home suffocates me
satisfaction is not guaranteed.

© 2018, John Smallshaw.