Another paradise upside down.

Metric thoughts

stumble over 

an imperial mind

where measurements

become lost in

translation.

The fox is no more but

a rabbit feeding, hunted.

In the eyes of the spider

eight in all

look on

from the progression

of steam to

the electric dream -

still just a train in motion.

In the passing of the night

dreams travel far

eclipsing the Earth

as we mistake today

for tomorrow -

the eagle above

soars as my witness -

clouds still go bump

into the night.

The tread of life

marks the road

hopping in the car

doing one hundred clicks

down a deserted highway

to no where -

the mileage travelled

seems more like

a mind game

where kilometres

don't really matter.

Another day in

paradise upside down -

the curse of overtime 

earns an extra quarter,

and while time brings 

just shapes changing -

who's checking 

the hands of time

or the oil on

life's dipstick.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the metaphors are quite good here, andrew.
ah..."who's checking/ the hands of time/ or the oil on/ life's dipstick"

amazing lines...amazing analogy....
yes who is?
the deterioration is like someone with a beautiful, fast car just letting it go to hell...
and Adam and Eve would go running from this Garden...in a heartbeat.
j.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you for your kind words Jacob. Much appreciated friend.