Losing January to june.

Losing a January to a June 

finding your mind is a radial sun dial 

Not designed to be electrified 

being dictated too by clouds 

passing by fast.

not even A photographic flash cant catch  

Then you lay so static and strewn

Remoulded in spring  with imaginary friends

And reminded don’t start unpicking stitches

You can’t choose the station to tune  

a light sign behind you as touché down.