A pigeon with club foot
Patrols purposefully
Between the feet
Of weary travellers
Unaware of his deformity
Or how his presence amuses
And bemuses.

He flutters up
Scaring squeals
From a seated seniorita,
Perches parrot like
Upon the departures board;
This room his world
And he its master.

Monday

Monday.
For more than a moment
Misplacing motivation
In myopic misery;
Moping,
Maudlin.

Meditating,
My murky mist mellowed,
Momentarily.

Maybe if
Mindful
Of my microscopic
Mark
In this massive macrocosm
Might I find
More meaning?

(Meh)

My mind meanders.

Music’s murmured mumbling
Magnifies the missing.

Mercy?
No more!
I am merely a man,
Miserable on Monday.