RELIEF

RELIEF

my back itches

and all the significant other

who would give me relief

have stolen off into the night like a thief

I find a corner wall

lean back and rub the itch

like a bear

in my three o'clock' underwear

now where is that thought

about what I have

and what I have

not

At least my machines

will talk to me

in perfect

synchronicity

the sound track

is in shuffle

two for one

ain't so awful

the band plays from the other side

all the original players have died

and I'm soon to join them

for a happy reunion

The Saturday sun is turning ugly

and will soon

turn into rain

towers and towers of showers again

JWL© 19/03/2016