Splinters

 

Who then the policemen
what
come lock you away?

Send me serpents
snakes in the grass
and
die hard cowboys
to head me off at the pass.

Friday wrecks
take a selfie and text
your status as
living the dream.

But
what about
Babylon,
Avalon.
William Tell
or
Little John?

all lost in
translation,
imagination,
Stratford station
or
at sea?

© 2019, John Smallshaw.