Cool as a cucumber

If I am,
I am at all,
I am bound.

Alphabetically diced
musically ambitious my paint drips to meet
your shadow.

I am mesmerising
enticing, exciting, different
and done.

Microwave- ding!

Not quite the taste of the slow,
but I am here and now and wonderful whilst I last!
But I am always, always, always on the go.

Quietly I sink
to my unforgotten world,
because If I am,
I am at all,
it is I who remembers myself;

the folly, the flippant, the brawl.