Looking At Rucksacks
Deja what?
here with no view
into the underground
back to the zoo.
got a feeling that the glass
in this ceiling is cracked
and I'd rather break through it
than have to look at it.
Revisiting to solicit the facts
about tracks and tracts I once
pored over, but
now I'm under
ground.
In front of me
something that looks like a yeti
sat next to a bald headed gent
and I wonder if he ever meant to
go bald.
The postman
well he's always sat there
a comb over style in his
thinning hair
and the girl in the leathers
don't know whether she's a spy
but
she could be.
Mr horn-rimmed
skims through the news
more of the déjà what
who's
counting anyway,
it's still Monday and that's
all that matters.
Copyright © John Smallshaw | Year Posted 2018
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