TINY VROOOOM 2

from the 
insisting hiss of white noise 
before dawn
when the cats own and prowl black and white crescents
no 
milk floats to break the hectic static 
with electric hums and organic rattle of glass bottles
anymore

to the
winter afternoon cartoon gloom of englands grey jumper 
smothers the day to early death
holds the town down
in some stuffy forever waiting room 
overheated with Readers Digests

i have 
breathed deep to dodge and dive the accelerator panic bombardment
of
the
Complex Web of Intricate World
desperate
for daylight hugs to hold me tight and back to safe ground

i have
an urge to Create that crumbles under its own weight
a Battle - fought with small pens between moving films
and
i remember 
a small hand that nested light and brief 
in
mine
and lit all with its tiny vroooom 

it anchored me
reaching clear thru the loose abstract clouds
where all is only PARTS . . . 
and
dawns weak smudge and nights awful death
and
daylights stale 
eternal
middle
became suddenly so long ago