Go on Back....
Sit among the dandelions
listen to the bees
thank the broken pavement
for the scars upon my knees
walk along three decker canyons
in a sticky August haze
hop within the hopscotch chalk
a dance form to amaze
hit some rocks with a long flat stick
raise hands shouting “Going, going gone”
throw some rocks at a lily pad
in a muddy road side pond
catch a frog, chase butterflies
play fetch with a mongrel dog
use your fingers as a net
and chase the pollywogs
run a stick along a picket fence
hear a train in the slow “click-clack”
pull the cord, blow the whistle
“All aboard” we’re going back…..
John G. Lawless
©7/23/2018
Categories:
three decker, childhood, city,
Form: Rhyme
Stifle not time tested, glowing fires
Must you take heel, run pronto!
Lt. Mira holding the poisoned cup to sip.
Poker face, decks cleared for the volley,
From a three decker broadside.
A next please.
Read Shaw’s Arms and the Man
What of Sergious, The complete moron.
Get your charge of the femina brigade;
Decimated for all I care.
For once the huntress becomes the hunted.
You will come back frenzied truth; I Know.
Star attraction of this friendship,
Is the cacophony pedant.
The morbid self-preserving wish.
Take heed arrogance.
Duty bound we can enter its preserve
The armor is ethics and truth.
Worldlywise cynic, you may be immune.
No one is complete, be it man or the fair sex.
Sure, Amazon your honcho is on the wish list.
Nice girl, puff goes the smoke screen.
Would the warrior care to know? Yuppie!
What pincer moves, ‘Next Please’.
Categories:
three decker, life
Form: Free verse