Road Warrior

The dark cold tar

Glistens from the light rain

I must follow the yellow broken line

Before it was a quest

It was an obsession.

Finding my road’s end,

Is to start from the beginning

Surfing the net,

To unwind

Secrets that began

Before my time.

Discovering that the beginning has

Just turned to a Dead end,

Where the secrets died there

Only last year

And never the secret revealed

To any of her peers.

So the dark cold tar

Glistens from the

Light raining tears,

As the yellow broken line

Beckons me on

In life’s unanswered fears,

To continue to be.

Balancing on line

In the glooming time

Where day exhales the

Last of the oranges

And the night inhale

The violets of darkness

There you will find

Where reality and magic

Can both be seen

In the dawn

Where night exhales the

Last of ebony

And the day inhales

The first of gold

Where magic and reality

Both will find

Me balancing on the line

Where one can hear rainbows

Dead Chicken

The story goes:

You held me around both wrists

And both ankles one hand each

I weighed only 5 lbs 6 oz at birth

You told everyone that I looked

Like ….

I remember you telling me

That when you went to pick

Me up at the Christian Adoption Agency

That you hated to go

To Newark to collect me, and

While walking through the cribs

A beautiful curly redhead baby

Caught your eye, but when

The shopping was over

You ended up with

The dead chicken.