Live Before You Die

 So sick at this parody of myself
pushed into angles
that don’t conform to me at all.

There’s a space in my mind
where the sign  reads

'Reserved Parking' – for residents only!

Yet somehow, I don’t feel
like an inhabitant  should
I like to leave my suitcase in the hall
with my shoes pointing towards autonomy.

I enjoy raising a belligerent  hand
at the suit and compulsory smile brigade
 their skyscraper heads
hastening to work
with their airs of remiss, being paid
for by the hour.

Today - is but a beat of time
a one-way ticket – with no packed
lunch to help us digest the hours.

True everything changes
and yet nothing will get the chance
if we die -
before we have ever managed to live…