Caprice

Caprice

by Tim Reed

Tomorrow waits

in rose-laden sky

until golden schoolmaster

blinks sullen eye

...and it skips down

down

down

into minds of men

toying, teasing, taunting

 with schoolgirl caprice

bestowing baubles

namely,

hopes and dreams 

Vending Machine

Vending Machine

by Tim Reed

if I must be

emptied

may it not be as a

vending machine - 

slave of convenience,

bound to the tyranny of

the urgent

soul sold piecemeal

to a thousand

disparate causes