surging, searching, tail of a cheetah
zipping on into the bush
stutters, rather, unprepared
often in a rush
jackdaw, fancy, get me through it!
making the best that I can
Tag: rush
poem: playing the game is a rush
playing the game is a rush
turns to mush in the days that then brush
up
against the play.
blending and blurring it
making a
make believe haze
rush, play, haze, mush,
coming in, not going out
and a rush of wisdom crashing through the window
coming in, not going out
(the gods be praised).
It was just a squealing brake – pneumatic –
but it sounded like the voice
of this dead age
