Sleeping in Clockwork Corvettes

My Shopping List

Trolley wheel sticks and keeps turning left
Rumble of the evening express rolls on by
Crisps and frozen pizzas stacked everywhere
Robots are sleeping in clockwork corvettes

Grocery shopping on an Autumn Eve
Jet trails emblazon the darkening sky
Ketchup bottles fall and hit my feet
Lecherous computers scan customers

Lost in thought as arguing couples pass
This auto check out is giving me stress
Petrol fumes rise from cracked pavement
Cathode ray tubes irradiate a cold night

My shopping list is still on the kitchen counter
Terrible TV shows scream through airwaves
Neighbours having a party tonight, as always
Crystal radio sets purr with messages of love

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Micro Poetry Times Five – Three

Mid-morning thoughts float on by
Watching clouds part in a blue sky
Then back to the daily grind
As storm clouds gather in my mind

Droning hiss of pouring rain
Drip, drop from the kitchen sink
Discordant melodies merge
….stillness descends

Words of truth
Words of wisdom
Words unspoken
Silent words

Passing moments in time
Some brief, some linger
Others weigh heavy
Longing to be lifted
And pass on to better times

I can feel the heat of darkness burning
Consumed in the flames of desire
Lost in the light of an early dawn

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