Big Things

I get distracted

Big city tonight

At the periphery of an establishment

I nibble a Sidecar

Bigger things, they say

Down the line

I spy the manager

The manageress

A glitch between them slips

Through gaps in conversation at the bar

I breathe pepper

The dreadful carpet

Pickle me here

I pick up my telephone

Hello

A lit match catches one drop of orange oil

From a piece of peel

No

Not on timе

I am pending fashionably late

As per instruction

Thе palms of my hands are tight

From turpentine but who could tell

A bell sleeve falls over my thumb

Turpenteen

Says the Scotsman of my mind

The length of a school day

Is an arbitrary measure

But one I find useful

I lay about with my pens and paper

For a school day

Climbed out from the bath

And knocked up an ensemble

The entire half of my wardrobe

Under a waistcoat

No nerve for transport

I walked the underpass

Felt my reflection in a motorcycle mirror

And sped up

We are freer under a road than on it

I say to the receiver

And hang up