Conk
the moon looks like the eyes
turned,
against the grain.
a nomad passing the buck,
she calls time
on the game.
the loony bin upturned;
draws a final breath,
between the first fire and the next,
plastered across the training school;
and the next young thing.
Redemption is charity.
A game.
the moon looks like the eyes
tilted
at the rain.
of you brooding over
the steps.
we began the climb.
While you called time,
on the game.
the cretins lie in
refuse bins crated.
the alligator bags
and the brocades that pass
for fashion.
for sport.
There's the small alley way
and the next
big thing
the moon looks like
your eyes-no way around it
while you called time;
on the game.
Rony Nair slogs as an oil and gas Risk Management "expert/director/Vice President/consultant" up on the greasy pole! He's been 20 years in the industry since starting off as an Industrial engineer a long time ago. Extensively traveled. Dangers fronted often. But that's his day job. The one that pays for bread and bills.
Nice
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