Chances should come with stickers –
carrying instructions, like which buttons to press,
which way to turn
and how to survive those innocuous bouts
of life that intercede,
with their damp edges that peel way
and which always leave me stuck,
with nought but a panoply of wetness;
extremities made of stodge and glue,
at the very point where I thought
my life would start, until
I’d always dig a bit more,
only to find I had no real chance at all.
So, I have nothing.
On most days, I lift a dirty nail
to scape that crimped and lifeless
pape mache, only to reveal
the plastic drudge of the rain soaked window,
on this bus going nowhere –
to be fair, this bus takes me places
while I sleep, and feel safe,
and where I can sometimes peep under the skirtings
of life’s bitter edge without having
to peel it away. Most days.
Ultimately, the traffic of heavy breath
unwittingly peels away the crudities
waiting for me once I get off;
such is the nature of rain soaked passengers
and do gooders all mixing to make my life hell.
Crikey. Sounds grim, Anita.
I send you fair thoughts for better journeying.
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Well, yeah. I don’t go far. But the homeless have a raw deal. Thanks, Frank Hope all is well with you.
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All good here, Anita. Waiting for rain.
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Take ours. lol. I do hope you get it! I know it’s more than droopy flowers where you are. Good luck!
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Thanks Anita.
hey Anita, do you know whatever happened to Michael? He seemed to suddenly stop blogging. I have wondered from time to time.
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The last I heard, he was taking time to write seriously (book) and publishing. It certainly has been a while now.
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Hope he has success with it. It’s not easy to achieve good results.
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It certainly isn’t. Tc, Frank.
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I really enjoyed this
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Nice. Glad that you did. Thanks for reading.
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