A word to the wise
Had I a hat
I’d raise it
to the world
but I’m drawn
to the moon
that waxes misty
above the dark city
skyline
Winter is a-coming
and the goose
is getting fat
and I am all eyes
as the train hurtles
past people’s homes
the barren walls
of their civilised caves
and I think of peace
and harmony
rather than
dog eat dog
and the futile
pretence to wisdom
John Lyons