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


Open City

People everywhere

The streets bustle with life

lowlifes, bums, hookers and johns

Busses belch out exhaust

People yelling at taxis

Cab drivers who pretend not to hear

Car horns and panic

Strife and confusion

No time to slow down

Don’t want to be left behind

It’s a rat race, don’t you know?

Watch where you are going

Look both ways before crossing the street

Even one way streets

Give leftovers to the homeless

Help an old lady across the street

All this shit helps you fit in here

I need this city

And I need to get away

Spend a day on the beach

Drinking fruity drinks with little straw umbrellas

Clear the mind

Just enough time away

To get back to the race

This city rat race

© Dicky J Loweman 2014