Day dream out the window.
Watch birds perch on trees.
See sums mathematically disappear
and photographic figures historically freeze.
Watch your parents come back to life
and days miraculously dawn.
See your diary mundanely return
to the day you were born.
Watch glasses drink up bar tenders
pouring down their throat benders.
See calendars for decades to come
and chew predictions like weather forecast gum.
As bad kids get told off for telling it as it is
and good teachers tell them off for making it show biz,
day dream out the window
and muck about making up a god that might last ‘til tomorrow.
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Author: aprettykettleofpoetry
