Stop Sign
by Chad Smith
Indian summer night with windows open
Woke from my slumber to hear
Two bike riders talking about the stop sign
It became clear, I had it figured out alright
Answer to my life's riddle in the middle of night
She invented a drink, a batch of dry Michael Caine
Tool dropped the ratchet to catch it in my bicycle chain
Ripped off a sandal, flipped over the handle bars
Slipped off the channel, tripped into the cars
Light a candle next time you visit the house of stars
Maybe this is a sign you should stop
Afraid to swim yet sober as dolphins
Pray for them the October orphans
Made sense then, should have written it down
But I fell back to sleep instead
|
0
favs |
965 views
0 comments |
111 words
All rights reserved. |
Author's Note
Here's a wacky poem pulled from my archives One of those little blocks of writing that come to you in the middle of the night then vanish in the morning.
Other stories by Chad Smith
Tags
Comments
No one has commented on this story.
You must
log in
to post comments.