I’ve done my
free time.
it is like a
sly wink
mocking
for joie
that you assume
is a reward

a house arrested
of pity
full
showing a sequined
tin cup
in the outstretched hand
of the
well-attentioned

adjust/unjust
intentions
standing at the
corner of  croissant
and bowflex
acerbic and
glowing with
smirk

I ride up
on able
reptile shoulders
aptly adopting
the camouflage
hiding in
the caring
the stance

free time, you see
is neither…
a vile
alarm clock
attached to
fun- stapled and spindled

currency spent

© Tom Watters  6/1/07