Day: November 6, 2014

Racing The Clock

Time waits for no one

Especially not for me

I’m late, again, as usual

Friends call it a lazy lifestyle

I insist it is a crazied one, at that

I’m always in a hurry

Never anywhere to be

A race against time

And I have never won

Not once

© Dicky J Loweman 2014

Last Expectation

I received a package in the mail today

Some odds and ends

Stuck in a storage unit in New York

Old letters, old records and tapes

Some which made me happy

Some I didn’t remember

And then on the bottom

A frame with cracked glass

Housing a picture of you

It’s been quite a while

And you were the last person

I was expecting to see today

© Dicky J Loweman 2014

No Place For Him

Ma’am, keep your kid on its leash

This is a supermarket

Not a rodeo

Running, running, running

Running up and down the aisles

Screaming like a gaggle of banshees

Circling the new settler’s wagons

The little denizen knocked cans off the shelf

Rearranged the sugars – fitting

And destroyed a perfectly innocent issue of Woman’s World magazine

All while you studied the contents

On a sugared cereal

Are you kidding me?

Your kid needs that like I need a spare asshole

Come on lady

Grab this little whirlwind and chain him in the yard

Like libraries, bars and funeral homes –

This ain’t no place for him

© Dicky J Loweman 2014