Smoke & Mirrors

I reached for something gleaming
thinking it a jewel
maybe I’m a fool, falling for
smoke and mirrors.

Real life is not as we dream
as night pulls down her shades
our days charades may end then too
when the last fascade finally
lays sleeping.

The moon was up all night
gave me a half-hearted smile
as she sat amid the early blue
maybe after painting the town red
she was also using those
smoke and mirrors to hide the
fact she should’ve already given
way to day and, gone off to her bed.

I was looking for someone
whose soul wasn’t there
in that soft fall of
cushion and clouds

Sometimes friendship
itself is the error
when make-up’s applied
so effectively
behind the
smoke and mirrors.


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I’ve got the power

Having weed whacked the back yard I was winding the 35 foot power cable up as you do, through open hand to elbow, almost reached the end and it’s getting pretty heavy, hand bent right back. Go to slide it off my elbow and darn if it isn’t too tight, couldn’t shift it at all.


Couldn’t find a pic of a woman to show what was happening but, this gives you the story. My power cord is probably 4 times longer than this guys. I didn’t realise how far back my hand had bent and by the time I’d folded it all and went to pull it off, it was so tight it wouldn’t budge and my hand was changing colour. *Rolls eyes* So (being a bit claustrophobic) I quickly had to unravel the whole thing to free my arm…lol

Ahhh…. it should all be so simple.


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