|Silver Dollar City, Branson, MO|
In the backseat of the roller coaster
i am pulled over hills, i can't see
'dad, we can do it ourselves,'
they leave me to find my own place
waiting---for when they need me---
wanting---to chase them around returning
to the line screaming
'let's do it again! let's do it again!'
they don't understand, two days ago
i got notice my job is ending, company
bankrupt & now, all my statements hang
from the hooks of question marks, each
dollar we spend a meal we might miss
'can we do the pirate ship?'
one on each side, this time, we sit
in the outer most row as it swings back & forth
rising higher & higher, until gravity threatens
the forces that hold us together
release my grip, raise my arms & scream
scream to the thousand light bulbs
on the arms of rides that force back the night
& the ones burn black, needing replacing
scream to all the faces laughing in glee, unknowing
to ticket sellers, hawkers, food vendors,
Benjamin Franklin, Andrew Jackson
& every dead president i have ever seen
to the kids i counsel, i must tell
they can never see me again,
all the nights i spent as they raged
parents that don't get it
& the ones that do eventually
until stars turn their heads, the ships slows,
ride coming to an end, my boys look at me,
expectation in their eyes, i take their hands
'Yes! Yes! Yes!'
'Let's do it again!'
& dare them
to keep up with me---
Over at dVerse Poets today, Victoria has us focusing on balance --- in how we write, different techniques as well as a general topic. Ironic it comes at one of the more out of balance moments for me. One day left of vacation, which I plan to enjoy before entering the fray of seeking employment, come Monday. Anyway, doors open at 3 pm EST over at dVerse---see you then.