Jack and I

Jack spoke to me about

The rising numbers against the will,

The fact that hands cannot capture the instants

Before the mind decides to flutter with the pages yesterday authorized.

We sat in the town square, watching the undressed Christmas sign …and began to drift.

There were no passing words to match the ebb and flow of emotions

Only a vacant chest of contemplations

I pulled him from the steel chair that, we would continue our trek home,

There

There we can be alone, with our thoughts.

Briefly, I ponder the image of autumn and the fondness to neon rays

Then the glow worm came to deliver us from the chill of the outer world.

Electric Tom calls the stops

…patiently waiting our turn,

Public time portals really bother me.

Jack!?

Now that we’re home would you be so kind?

Double neat?

Yes, please.

We sit at the machine to see what our peers are saying

To the squared, illuminating sphere of influence …a modern day crystal ball,

While I attempt to keep fields without flowers …out of my heads windowpane

Hello?

Hey, Jack!?

Pour me another will you?.