At the Coffee-shop on a Wednesday

What was that thought that I had ... last night before I went to sleep...

The one I was sure to remember in the morning...

It’s always the same.

Drawing circles in the sand with a stick.

Eccentric circles.

The Witch and the Lion – outside the wardrobe.

Questions.

Sometimes,

there are no questions.

No answers.

Chances are.

There is too much anger!

I want to dance...

There is too much darkness.

I want to dance!

Oh, but the density of silence...

Secrets?

Some people are too fat for

their miniskirts...

Her underwear is actually pink.

That’s great.

A black temple-cat against white walls

suddenly stops, looks around

and looks at me.

Sits for a while, then leaves.

What’s that cat going on about all day long?

It’s too sunny for umbrellas.

I’m hot –

a tarred road on a suffocating day,

heading for a meltdown.

I don’t know what time it is.

Feels like it’s time to go.

I don’t know what the time is.

The Universe provides.

Feels like it’s time for a drive!

I don’t know what Time is.

I can see road-signs.

Never an airbag.




2013 Summer, Wednesday