MONDAY 27th JULY 2009.

Half way out of me
And a similar distance
Into you I paused to gather
My thoughts:

Were you a part
Of evening scenery;
The hint reflected for a few
Useful seconds before
Disappearing.

And upon waking made
To fit historic sketches to
Suit the essence left.

The one met and never
Met again; heard out and
Went upon their way,
With style and face and fibs,
And more than a
Story’s fantail.

And are you solid enough
Now to matter where most
Needed; when the world
Isn’t well anymore; when
Its storehouses are tapped
Out will you provide
Four walls full,

Or should I pull
The plug and run.