Seconds, minutes
hours, days and months
fuse together
merge and blur into nothingness
waiting for that one elusive phone call, saying:
yes, you can collect your advance, you can shoot.

When there are no dreams to pipe on
but Cavanders
a picture forms…
of a cute, chubby, glassed girl
stuck in a gate
my jaw thaws – breaks into a smile
I grin like an ape!