Tag Archives: Half Time

Half Time.

The category is now changed,

the box to tick is shuffled around

like a deck of cards in the hands

of a teenager drunk

on sideboard cider, cheap

and trashy, a sly grin of arrogant pissed up

humour, which now says I have found Middle-Age

and I scratch my head in confusion,

is it Middle-Age or is it just a shorter time

available in which to get things done.

 

Perhaps not the right way,

perhaps the way to see it

is that I have earned the right