Messing with the mercury

..and another thing
why bother to sing
when it’s all on eight-track
or is that too far back in the past?

hitting the nail on the head
creeping from the bed and
shuffling to the kitchen,
I daub the walls with slogans,
a rebel in pajamas.

I dreamt again of days spent
by the waterside
of nights beside the fireside
light smoked out the darker side
of me.

© 2021, John Smallshaw.