Now

As blue 
begins behind
brown and
between blinds
the many
little eyes
of city
lights begin
blinking hey
there handsome
sleep well
the lamp
tucked tightly
behind begins
to fade
like those
who work
graveyard shifts
calling it
a day

There

I will 
get there
having already
been here
too long
here sometimes
breeds laziness
whilst there
offers surprise
and all
sorts of
silliness too

Comics

Giving up 
everything giving
up it
all and
starting new
so many
different times
now that
I’m more
a comic
strip than
a novel
and laugh
I do

Smell

The smell lingers 
fragrance or aroma
it hangs there
veils of seduction
or cobwebs haunt
one drapes and
the other hides
because it’s fresh
it does beguile
or maybe because
it’s stale it
repels but sweep
aside I do
looking for dessert
or dirty dishes

Chair

In a chair
I sit there
it has wheels
running for me
fly I do
stop like glue
this I fear
bringing such sneer
he is less
they may guess
of a man
who once ran