6th
March 2014
#5
Repairing roads
Reset
my forehead,
sequencing my inhibitions
of a daily life, smooth and consistent.
Preventing the mothballs
from turning into flying creatures
hiding behind sweaters,
winter is temporary
and so is my regret.
Repairing roads to nowhere
a busy street stares at the pendulum
waiting for gaps and breathing spaces,
the dogs need to sleep.
sequencing my inhibitions
of a daily life, smooth and consistent.
Preventing the mothballs
from turning into flying creatures
hiding behind sweaters,
winter is temporary
and so is my regret.
Repairing roads to nowhere
a busy street stares at the pendulum
waiting for gaps and breathing spaces,
the dogs need to sleep.
