Should I reach out to Marcus?

Should I reach out to Marcus?

Do not cry

There is money in the meter

Half a loaf

A pot of jam

Milk you can drink

Straight from the bottle

Full cream

Not homogenized

Freshly worked

With a warm hand

Used to working on the land

This is not a lullaby

But sleep is always

Around the corner

Like the bus that never comes

Until you decide to walk

Then three pass by

One after the other

Try slipping under

When you are waiting

For an answer

Eyes glazing over

As you sit and talk

Dropping in and out

Of conversation

With an answer

To the question last but one

This is not a case of early onset

But the button on your

Lip has come undone

Seeing other peoples stories

Instead of concentrating

On the one you have begun

It is lonely

On the edge of dreaming

Bits of then and now

Combine

It is a gift

To have a memory

Freshly delineated

Clearly defined

Without bleeding

One into the other

The borders blurred

Edges finely frayed

Betraying the ease

With which reality

Is pitched head first

Into the pit of despond

Lost in the back

Of beyond

With only one more

Shilling for the meter.