Never enough

The wall of sound:

a spectre

suckling memories

of brash galaxies

revisited.

‘River deep, mountain high’

loudspeaking

in my head

as we wander

with grandchildren -

reminiscences

vying for the moment

in the trivial music

of today.

The grand chugging

of diesel heart-beat

throbs behind

the sound-storm

as revellers

pack and disgorge

their random cages.

Hand in hand

in glittering night

and the barking sideshows,

carousel and waltzer

the dodger remembrances

of adolescence.

The skeltering and shies

of images

rifle-range misses

and candyfloss kisses.

Never enough time,

never enough

of anything.