CAROMS


I dreamt of checkers
I was in a fast car
And my wings
Were feathers

Black and white squares
Waved at the caroms

Yet I soared over the errand

And the flag fell
Like the shadow
Of my bearing

Where am I now
What game is in play
And is it my turn

It's your second
Coming

I said this to myself
My self too said I
I couldn't believe
My mouth

What was it hearing

Blame it on my ears
For believing
The Truth
Nibbling on my lobes

It wasn't a dream at all
Where did I find these thoughts
Driving my car

Faster than I could go

I had to stop
Because I couldn't go
Slow

So I flipped
All the caroms

Off the board

And I drove myself
Somewhere crazy

With nowhere to go