Rob Schackne #996 - "Sitting out the back"

                Sitting out the back
                watching the clouds
                hurry to clear things up
                before night arrives

                over the back fence
                the next-door people
                discussing philosophy
                & every other word is fuck

                listening on my laptop
                to Tuareg desert blues
                not sure I would survive
                all the burning stars

                starting to feel hungry
                I dream about a poem
                & wonder if I’ve got
                enough Parmesan cheese