Monday, July 18, 2016

In A Race - Poem

 In A Race

I'm in a race
But I'm the only one in it
In need of tea
Or so I think
The cat waved and I laughed

An early postman wakes me up
I give him the bills back and close the door
What is this hay stack on my head
Calming reassurance from a reflection
My head swells with thoughts

Explanations and silence with a hum
Quick saviours are nowhere to be seen
I hear its great to live in America
Sudden urge to run
But my face turns to mush and melts

Somebody's spying through my keyhole
The ceiling raises and I feel small
I need to go places
You crash into my face all vexed
I drive away into town with my replica

Author: Sam Freek

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