#899 - headlong

 

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headlong 

how we come to day 

tear into 

whistle bright 

as if no coaxing could 

but batter down the doors each time 

all night the ping pong part of me 

like dad’s dad is said to have said 

dark steady 

picture for yourself

make worlds your way

won't last

there's fanfare

and thieves and break into the day 

then all the treasure ours 

nothing of night left to lose

or else as seen on TV

NSW POLICE SEARCH WARRANT 

OPEN THE DOOR 

but there’s no waiting 

they ram it anyway 

all that expensive gear 

just to make the morning zing

there’s nothing polite about the dawn 

a first wisp whispered 

then the colours come 

the wonders 

and ping pong 

that ball 

and the bounce of it all 

batting the trouble away