… back to the start

I’ve been wandering a little

My ego’s so brittle

My plasma is coming apart

It’s so debilitating

When you’re disintegrating

I’m going back to the start

That Note from the Neighbours

We got a note from the young couple across the road

telling [ warning? ] us that they were holding a birthday bash

that day starting at two and going past midnight.

And, no, we were not invited.

We braced ourselves for the worst.

A few cars appeared around six, the last time we checked.

We did hear a car door slam at nine

& some intemperate laughter on the front porch a little later

& that was it.

No hordes of SUV’s. no gate crashers, no raised voices,

no loud thumping music.& no need to call the number

I set aside for the cops.

The Bacchanalia clearly hadn’t arrived.

We went to bed a little disappointed.

the Sandbags of Time

The future is coming at us

At a furious pace

We put up these sandbags

All over the place

To keep the present in

And keep the future out

It is much too horrible

To think much about

 

by

Ozzie Ostrich