Truth be told,
the lines drawn,
in the playground sand
are turning on themselves
to tie the knot
and complete the cliché
that is our telltale life
pennies and steak
on the uptake
never quite figuring out
what went on
in your head
a slippery floor
is the only hurrah
you will ever get
if you don’t cut and run
but grow old
like everyone else.
A heathen poet 