"All things renew. All things begin" John Updike
Brown or white -
No politician will mind!
Mobs and gangs will not riot
- chocolate tastes of a sweeter dream!
Wars have been fought over salt
but not for Magnum or Twix.
Celebrate now – you won’t die,
marginally lowering your body heat:
when chocolate melts, no one cries.
An alarm goes off – on the dot –
and a stagger to the shower
fires my skin into a heat-map:
another day and a dollar.
The Northern Line is running well
- I’m told – and wide-eyed travelers sniff
on the way to London Bridge, sigh
when train doors sigh. Monks for prayer
carrying bread and briefcases.
Stars on posters smile and sparkle.
A crowd of muffled dervishes
falling through time like days:
trusting (this day) fire can kindle rainbows; pumping hearts.