Murder - by design

Another morning, I write an ambitious plan,

Look it over and burn it, without much pain.

A new foolscap, I edit as much as I can

And then, burn it again.

Listlessly, I flick on the TV,

Changing channels, from one babble to another,

Looking, but not daring to see

What is for sale, what is for barter?

The sound of the day, becomes a din

I get up from a waking slumber

To catch the noon sun pouring in

In daze, I dial the number.

And cut it, before a reply,

I kick myself to the Now,

Angry at the time I let fly

I’m late – there’s going to be a row.

Unmindful of what they’ll say,

I brush, shave, bathe, dress, drive,

Work – distraction, salvage the day

I think it’ll survive

To office, at least half a day,

Take calls, no, yes, yes, no, no

It’s a straight road; I still lose the way,

I try, cannot make myself go.

I drive around, streets, avenues, by-lanes, aimless

Sifting through the worldly grime

Junk food, coffee, cigarette – tasteless.

Look at my watch, it is leaking time.

I hear the waves, how far have I wandered?

I stop. Filled with guilt,

I feel squandered.

Stab, wrench, I bury it to the hilt

Orange blood, practised move – skilled

Heave out, let it be.

Another day killed

Buried at sea.