City Life

img_20170830_195605.jpg

 

I watch my pet cat dart about

my kitchen garden,

thinking of the changes that have crept in–

 

Eat or be eaten,

the way of life in the wild,

now, reinvented for the urbane,

concealed by shimmery electric lights

and the smell of warm notes–

 

Vehicles gush by, silhouetted

by oncoming headlights

and up, above, smoke travels in ripples

choking birds in its wake.

Advertisements

Words

They say that

where there is smoke

there is fire.

 

They say that

where there is a will

there’s a way.

But I don’t care

what they say anymore,

It’s not their call,

I have repainted the idioms

and they are drying under the sun-

Words that stare at me

imbued with new meanings.

 

They say, they say,

they say, that’s all they could ever do.

But now I say and I stick by my words.

And my words don’t lie.