Tonight’s full bodied moon
does not distract
from worries about this vessel
fear for the missing cat
We are losing time
this tetchiness fueled
by poor planning
Thank you highways agency
for nothing
The conversation turns
to contraception
with the beautiful girl in the back seat
whose flower is poised
to burst into bloom.
Lorries loom large
shadowing us
from the spotlight of that glorious moon
We discuss work on Monday
The weekend has only just begun
Payrises that we hope will soon come
How I’ve already let in three
and I shouldn’t let in any more.
We mention the expected time of our arrival
over and over
as the minutes slip
My shopping trip
and the shirt I fell in love with;
sufficiently out there
yet insufficiently sized
Someone else will stun
in it’s quirky folds
and I regret not trying it on
Just in case
Poetry for Dullards 