I had my
Radio Flyer
Filled with every need:
Television and speaker,
Access for the freed
Filled with every need:
Television and speaker,
Access for the freed
I had my
sandals
For the long flight,
And electric candles
To displace the night
For the long flight,
And electric candles
To displace the night
I left
behind the stagnant,
Imagination in my pack
Any direction but remnants
Of what lies at my back
Imagination in my pack
Any direction but remnants
Of what lies at my back
But the
whirlwind
Off in the distance
Stared and grinned
At my lack of guidance
Off in the distance
Stared and grinned
At my lack of guidance
Caught in a swirl
of fear
My impetus was lost –
I wrestled with the jeers
And grappled with the cost
My impetus was lost –
I wrestled with the jeers
And grappled with the cost
In a land
without signposts
I forgot the map of the past,
… creating new ghosts –
A thought not in my forecast
I forgot the map of the past,
… creating new ghosts –
A thought not in my forecast
With a tear to the heavens
I empty the Radio Flyer
As it alters my direction
And pulls me from the briar
Now, I no
longer pull
But am led by this wagon
As my Radio Flyer is full
And light is my burden
But am led by this wagon
As my Radio Flyer is full
And light is my burden
Published in the May 2013 issue of Synchronized Chaos Magazine