Just call me speedy and
when you need me
I will be there as quick
as a flash or in no time at all
which I’m sure is slightly faster
than a flash.

In my mind’s eye
I try to assemble my life
and put events in the right context,
just one of the contests which
I never win,
why do I enter?
a bent for failure?

Monday did fly, didn’t it?
I’m home before I know it
but when I do know it
I forget that Monday flew
at all.

Pipe dreams in a Mumbai marketplace
some guy selling sandwiches
no one sells languages and
I understand little.

the kiss of light breath on my lips wakes me
makes the dream inconsequential
and it takes me some moments to register
her smile

just call me speedy.

© 2018, John Smallshaw.