Puppet Mistress
More sleepers
but maybe not
spies
it could be that
their eyes
are not used to
the light.
These are the
night people
the right people
to do
business with.
Thursday,
it has to be
waiting for Friday
to set people free
I like to think
I'm a link
in the chain.
It goes on until
it stops
or until the penny
drops
and I understand.
And winter is
coming
I knew that it
would,
Seasons
undeniably reliable
but it's all good.
The deeper I get
the shallower my
breath
sinking into an
eventual
death,
but not today
because
tomorrow's Friday
a stay alert and
alive day
I'll be getting
off at
the next stop.
John Smallshaw
Tags:
Poetry