Resource

What gets passed on? resources run down to nothing in
a tough season with nothing left to build on.
I smashed up a motorbike then gave it away to a friend, my injuries stayed with me but we all loved that bike, chrome and speed in a child's drawing of who I am,
ancestors we passed on, but something stood out, I am, I am.
Out of sight pairings, was it first come first served,
subtle unseen distinctions of feather and flight path.
My cat rolls in pleasure at the top of the stairs, growling in territorial marks later, he moved on.

Time

The toxic addictions break down to wasted time,
leave languid limbs wrestling with the season.
Me, I cry in bed in the morning,
when you get to your forties there's always someone you care about dying of cancer.

Rites

Juvie rooftop refusals while she gently stands her ground knowing the
summer fat excess will get you through a change, her work is done, independence looms large on the skyline.
Far to fall has no meaning nor predatory anxiety too deep to see
high risk reasoning
on low-rise ledges as urgency wanes and waits out a season