Getting Out Of It

Give me some time,
so I can recover.
Send me a sign,
so I can take cover.

I've been overdressed
and am feeling compressed.

Oh, I've spun the wheel
and it's grinding sound
has me running to the other side of town.

It's driving voice is now just a hum
shadowed by a thumping noise.

Call out the boys
with mud on their boots.
Look for the new recruits
with their safety suits.

Give me some time,
so I can recover.

Lend me a hand.
Sew me some eyes.
Get me out of this despise.

© -Sonja J Johnston 26-Jan-2013

In the Grin of It's Half Empty Face

It's time to sail the trade winds
and recover the wreckage from the tide.

In the center of the square, people are swimming.
Children are playing on streets nearby.

Bleeding is the moon on its axis;
You can feel the chill in the grin of it's half empty face.

© 24-Apr-2012 Sonja J. Johnston