banished from dreams
where seconds and hours
dine at the same table
(the bill is
of course
equitably
split)
Here I set the clock
born of my own rhythm
Skittish Summer Time
Time waits for this man
and creeps to feast
from the end of dreams
Spent nine months dreaming on my back. Opened up new horizons, if only horizontal.
Woke up disabled, with a Blue Badge and bed hair.
Walk with a limp and a stick.
Cue the double entendré and the stick.
Saving money on shoes.
Spending it on thoughts.
Overdrawn at the creative bank.
Loan facility disabled.
The irony!
Stronger through weakness.
Weaker through slogans.
New journeys to be taken.
Pop along.
I'm off my back.
I'm back.
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