Poetry

Push a Pen

Sliding jaws entice us

To decadence; delight

Flooding gluttonous tonsils.

Fresh fruit. Cheap, easy, ripe

For the picking. But

Reductions; satisfaction

At its minimum price.

With keen eye and precision,

Stalk vivid tracks and signs.

That with intrigue and illumine

Serve to catch my eye.

Extend an arm too easy!

With cloudless mind

(Though empty heart)

I resign to simplicity  

And Push a cart.

Push a cart.

Chalking on the blackboard

You plus three is four,

Shapes tessellate,

Sit cross-legged; uniform.

Dream to be an astronaut,

Education has been bought

And paid for. No end of doors

Opened before a child just like you.

Opportunity, employability

Choose a gate but close it to.

Snap the latch, throw away the key.

Within a field roaming free.

Trace a trail too easy.

A well-fed mind

(Though thought divorced)

I resign to complacency

And push a course.

Push a course.

Monitor your monitor

Glazed square eyes –

Mirrors to mirrors

Pass the buck; your blame lies

Elsewhere. Enter PIN graze on greens

Bitter taste of ends and means

That though you chew and spit,

Teeth grit, you sit as the rain pours

Docile – just for a while,

We understand. Scrape, save and store

Unsure what for - perhaps insure

Hazy dreams of distant shores. But

The money all too easy.

No wants, nor needs,

(A consumerist Zen)

I resign to this amenity

And push a pen

Push a pen.

Sam Newton