Adjust Your Eyes

The poems Like stars, appear the more you stare When you let your eyes adjust Don't try too hard Lower your expectations Don't get distracted by bats or planes I feel unpoetic Breathing in the Sahara dust Watching people wash the plants clean Whilst watering them As I stay dusty Coated in a phenomenon, weather wise "What if" I think Then turn away from the thought Shake it from my brain Confessional closed I worry I don't know myself Would I like myself if I did? I drank Coca-Cola in a glass bottle before With a straw It made me happy How simple Til my teeth fall out And I get fat I want to do batch cooking But the fridge and freezer are always full So I feel my batch cooking life won't start Maybe I'd be different If my food was cooked in batches I might never know I've eaten 6 Tunnocks Tea Cakes today 4 in the car on the way to work 1 when I got home (melted from car) 1 when it had reformed This didn't make me all that happy I'll try and remember that Is there the recipe for anything within These mixed thoughts? I've looked at it and see nothing But maybe it's seeds Something will grow If I just plant it