This Living Poem by Peter Maxharya

This living, a glass of milk
fresh or stale
smiles and grimace
now im popping champagne
then im on drug quinine
this living, miles journey
gumboots on muddy
barefeet on thorny rocky
now im jogging my way
then crawling, its a different day!
This living, realist weather
calm and storm
cold to hold
hot to scotch
waving like the trees
this livin pure maths
now i do the addition
then watch me do subtraction
i was numerating
now denominating
call it usual, reciprocating
when you fresh and i
stale
when you jog and i crawl
when you calm and i storm
just take it slow you'll never know
reciprocation is underway
offer me the raincoat and i will give the shades.