these random stints

these random stints
offer a glimpse
into an obscure past
a time gone away
-everlast-
put to task;
to relive life
through a poem
-a lonesome poem-
see back in the day
in between waylays
I cut down trees
made lunch for refugees.  

and once a week 

I unloaded the bird food deliveries

-my god they were heavy!-

-waylay-
I supervised the drugged

and lugged
around a wheelbarrow

spoke to a sparrow

at the wetlands
-waylay-

lent a hand 

at a peace-keepers lair, to be fair 

I did it to clear 

my mind of all clutter

-flutter- emerge from the gutter- flutter-

-waylay-
it brings a smile to my face

when I dwell on memories that lace
thier way into each and every day

all the random places that I've worked

all the beautiful people that I've met

all the strange corners that I've lurked

I'll never forget 

-all these odd jobs-
-waylay-

I trimmed weeds

planted wild-flower seeds

in housing estates in Hackney

appeared on a panel, at a press conference 

in a random country

-I bailed-

-it wasn't for me: that-
-waylay-

attended random meetings
with asian designers

the finer

side to working at Hamilton House
-waylay-

after that I drilled fences

with a boss so un-pretentious

I rode in a van 

with a man

-three days a week-

I rode in a land rover 

over and over

with different folks
friends

from difference places

unpacked bags in oxfam 

sifted through random stuff like chipped vases

tried on biker jackets for fun

and suits and other strange attire

helped to build and sustain many a fire

I signed to the deaf

and sealed a million envelopes

showed a newbie the ropes;

polished beads in a sewing and crafts store

only hours in, it began to bore
-waylay- 

so I played tag with the kids

taught them clay and colouring too

in kings avenue

and bonneville, after a bit

 I was through

with kids, so I skid

towards another thing

tried to sell stuff to people on the streets

quit that too, like the tea tasting;

no use in wasting 

time on aimless things

again with the kids, they appeared

everywhere, in the dino shop,

earth and extinct too

to be true

I loved them really

to be true

 I blew

my chances, a number of chances

in a number of places

but still traces

of each and every one of these places

exist in my mind;

they continue to shape and remind

me of where I've been. 

-i am nowhere-

-and it's now-

it's beautiful, how

adaptable we humans are.

-so close, yet so far-