Bits And Pieces

A bits and pieces sort of day, nothing really took 

control to make impressions last, or covertly play 

parts where passé adages are pooled in a wash 

of their own rendering; so it’s null and void you’d 

like to say, blending in vast androgynous space 

And it stayed that way - like a conscious choice 

apace with itself; so even the greetings received 

were low-key mutations of a no longer longed for 

recognition staying clean of controversy - please 

keep some for me comes the plaintive cry 

You’ll have to think about that; why hadn’t those 

so-useful-in-the-past fillips spawned advantages 

you might cajole, tactfully of course, into routes 

marked clearly with signs and interval distances 

between what you’d hope to and can’t achieve 

You surmise there’s not a lot I could do anyway - 

my plan changed when the sun rose awkwardly 

and I couldn’t find reason to redefine objectives 

that were never mine; for me just getting by is a 

reward huge enough to hide in comfortably 

So you’ll live with it until something insuperable 

comes to pass; look, my hearing aids now catch 

the gist of conversations I did without for years - 

but I participated by reading lips - maybe its still 

too ingenuous to slip sideways from here 

© 15 July 2014, I. D. Carswell