Mainline manic

Who could possibly think that in the blink of
a starling as he winks at the sky
there’s a hidden meaning,
in trying to find out the what and the why
I never know which way or what way
is the quickest way to go.

Dorothy had her red shoes,
mine are black
hers had heels
mine are flat
which doesn’t alter the fact that
when backed into a corner
I would like to run.

I’m here on afterburner
ready to turn a
new leaf
but it’s autumn and then some
and I’m numb with the cold.

© 2017, John Smallshaw.