The blue prince


Here I am again
making a plan again,
she’s rolling her eyes again
I’m rolling a cigarette.

If I write it down
I might remember,
my memory’s not what
it used to be
she
rolls her eyes again.

anyway it’s Sunday
a make love not war day
and here comes the eye roll
which takes its toll on me
but
my memory’s not what
it used to be,

time to make a plan.

© 2021, John Smallshaw.