14 July 2012

Lazy Saturday


Brunch, a banquet no less,
dished up in the recess between
naive hunger pangs and a more
substantial craving

But it’s Saturday, traditionally
there’s never a fuss over eggs
scrambled on a bed of humbly
sautéed spinach and cheese

And it’s raining, a grim grey
outré blandishment’s veil
persuading no need for
disingenuous flattery

So we stay in the ‘not quite’
mode of neither/nor and greet
later comings and goings
as designer events in vogue

Amazing how relaxed one
becomes when unmade decisions
impact no-one and nothing
invades spectacularly
© 28 April 2012, I. D. Carswell