I’m afraid you may have made some

by Darryl Price

awfully evil decisions lately that still could
come back to haunt you,but I'm
here to report your zooming about hair
isn't really one of them. You have
found the infernal wheel works in all
directions at once. Good. It's no use
pretending you aren't being rolled along with
the rest of us to our very
just graves. You have slightly better clothes

on is all. But your petty misery
at your lot in life is the
same old story. Now that we've gotten
that out of the way may we
proceed to enjoy where we have stopped
on this very glad moment? We have
this panoramic lawn which might as well
be a jutting out to sea greenbean
cliff only big enough for the two
of us, a giant lily pad then ,

so big you can't see the wetness
it so easily slides upon beneath us.
Either way we have this terribly blue
eggs in a nest now playing sky
which is currently curled up in front
of your eyes like a small Persion
cat unable or unwilling to move from
that perfect spot of creature comfort. We
have three or four raggedy curious winds
attached to our flag pole playing their

various musical instruments all around us like
circus performers on their way to market.
And finally we have each other's fingers
braiding an unending warmth between us as
we dream together in this finely tuned
golden afternoon. We'll never match this feeling
again with anyone else. So why must
you prance around the fact as if
you have somewhere else to go? Emotional
turmoil should not be your feckless condition.