background television
white noise

blades of grass
swaying
in half shadow
half light

as I await
euphoric transformation
in the shadow
of self-deceit

I told myself no
never again

but if it were
that easy
then nobody
would get up
so early
on a Sunday morning

it's a recurrent
pattern of thought
you see
a circus monkey
on the back
considerately

these musings
are but a distraction
from the inevitable
a perfect fit
soon tarnished
by regret
and the ghosts
of disappointment
past and present

never the same
as days now buried
never the same
because Annie's
now in charge
of the free market
a stab in the dark
not knowing
what to expect

never the same
never again