Sunday, 9 April 2017

last call at the lower lumbar

icy cold shots followed up by
steamy water bottles
of various shapes and sizes
oh how we love you
Lyle Lyle Crocodile

just when you wonder
'how the hell did we get into this anyway...?'
a little piercing jolt brings you back
as you struggle to pull yourself into wools and cottons
threading the needle that is now your contorted self

maybe jump starting a new fitness regime
(zero to Sixty)
wasn't the most brilliant idea after all
resurrecting a pair of decade old orthotics
into the flaneur mix up and down the Bar
and over drives
really really Over Drives

in the scheme of things this is nothing
a little blip on the radar

wake me up when the sonar signals
say it's okay to press on
business as usual
to bend down and pick up the kitten
for cuddles and kisses
just like any other day

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