My first epic poem....

The Chameleon of Everyday

Soft, cool, cotton
And the desire to stay
The knowledge of my own laziness
Yields to thoughts of consumption.

Heat, suds, forks, spoons
A blue checked tablecloth
Recounting exploits of heroes
It always starts the same.

Repetition of screens
That gives connection to everywhere.
Very busy, lots of things to say quickly.
I've got 3000 minutes to use.

Meet me at the playground
I'll bring the ball.
Athlete, no - but small moments of glory
and most importantly, perspiration.

Three dancing lights in the window
singing of Paris and Rio
Sipping from my glass
Drinking words bigger than me.

Soft, cool, cotton
The desire to get back to her
The knowledge of my own selfishness
Yields to thoughts of oneness.