Time gentlemen

Days go by.    How terrible is time    Too
much or too little     both can be killers
In the house that Jack built we try to take
time in our stride
                 I lie in bed and watch
Patsy dress    I tell her she’s got the body
of an angel        “You just going to lie
there?” she smiles, “haven’t you got work to do?”
Out on the street a small dog is yapping.
Dog days.     Can feel the dust coating the back
of my throat
              Grace to be alive      to read
Apollinaire     his sad but beautiful
Poems to Lou :  he turned everything
into writing     Dark night  :  shells exploding
over the Western Front
                              Time gentlemen

John Lyons