Blessing Disguised

Juggling glasses makes a slight inroad into the 

impasse - & like a “Band On The Rum” version 

of a Beatles favourite you’d come to agree last 

impressions taste better anyway; it’s Sunday & 

for better or worse, opportunity for the yahoos’ 

dirt-bike chorus to ring louder ’n Church Bells - 

somewhere I’d agreed to not notice - between 

that and th’ ute’s battery failure - what the hell 

Vaguely, you’d’ve seen it coming I guess - had 

you been wearing th’ right specs, but I’ll say its 

a blessing disguised - when we play for so little 

stakes in a game of privation deprived ‘there’s 

always th’ phone’ to quell monotony - isn’t it an 

invitation to be things in another atmosphere 

© 17 May 2015, I. D. Carswell