At home on the range

It’s no better to be late than forever
because forever is far longer
than no never, but no never is still
long enough if you count that kind
of stuff and nonsense,
finite is alright and being in finite
is super.

I’m getting ready to engage in employment
which is far easier than engaging in conversation
with strangers

and so
on a wing and a prayer mat
with a cheery goodbye to the
black cat which doesn’t seem bothered
at all,
I fall off the edge of the platform and
and am borne off into the West
End
which is still not as long as forever.

© 2019, John Smallshaw.