July 22, 2012

poem 248 of a poem a day for 2012




who will chronicle the score

I’m standing at my event horizon
I’m ready to fall into any forever that fits me
I’m not expected to survive this
I wonder if the drinks will still be cold
where I am going to
the zoo will take care of my cover
as the act is broken up into
small audience participations
admissions are charged
each time
with barker fare
entering a harked lair
don’t forget to stone pocket
your markers there
Hansel and Gretel grew
to know crumbs are meant for
seeding what eats us
from the inside out and
is only seen as demented
when not lent the light of
outside yourself
trying to shout
you directions
about coming home
in the dark

EJR ©


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