Dress me down

Dress me down

Dust off tired remarks

Never brush against the grain

Powder tender skin

To prevent chafing

Wake up to opportunity

Before truth dawns

Upon itself

With the realisation

Life is just another perspective

Deconstructed

Into pieces

Which might exist as a remnant

Of a jigsaw

A piece of a puzzle

Left behind in a race

To completion

Push the button

It is a two way switch

We are deactivated

On account

Of a preoccupation

With appearances

When the heart

Of life

Is connectivity

Nothing we do will change

The verifiable essence

Of a situation

Without engagement

Self-deception

Is an un-made bed

In a darkened room

Sun dried newspapers

Wine stained gossip

From a grapevine

Long since faded

Photographs

Curled at the edges

Scattered on a dusty floor

An old toothbrush

Standing alone

In a broken cup

Held together with super-glue

Latent fingerprints

And memories.