Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Perpetually Delayed


The white zone is for the unloading of your soul.
The red zone is for loading of fears only.
There is no unloading in the red zone.

I want to park my carcass, drop my luggage
and loose my old kit bag on the first flight out.

I wanted to talk, she wanted to walk.
She listened, I bristled. I shared. Does she care?

Work is a four letter word.
My passion is in my other pants.

The suit makes the man.
Sensible shoes make for a happy boy.