A good thought conceived in the soil of positivity
making its way through shard and slag
finding its way home into the heart.
The slag is cleverly staggered and thickening
filled with thorns and snags and dirty rags
The good thought forced to play pachinko
with a venomous society.
Battered, fanged and chipped
the good thought's ragged journey end
has it found its way into the honey hole
will there be much of anything left.
Categories:
pachinko, journey,
Form: Free verse