Foolish Days

      
The jangled crash
of inteference ,
words tangled , symbols clash ,
the incoherence ,
I know it will so pass
my ears adherence ,
they tune in as I ask
your voice for clearance .

I can hear you
you're in the distance  
slowly coming through
in signal persistance ,
hello how's the moon
I ask in a patience
as tomorrow's overdue
in the now of relations .

complications to
a sorted sewn up ,
conversation new
planned in a make-up  ,
to what we have to do
to stay sane in wake-ups
the days are just like fools
they trip us up
but we're still good .