Wednesday, July 23, 2014

POEM: "This Wheel"

This Wheel

These dinosaur rivers
the wheels of chariots
the so-called joy of angels

leaving on a marvellous spree
hammerhead & inside loop
(the details aren't important)

if my memory serves me well
the devils hide in the crannies
where the angels get short sticks
meanwhile by the riverside I sit
arms-length & long spoons divided
supping with a band of demons
looks like the wind is picking up
dark clouds now are sailing past
the spokes have turned inward
don’t know how long this will last.

© 2014 Rob Schackne

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