Under pressure

The jet stream
someone and their idea
of a wet dream.

I’m going Awol
taking a bottle
and finding a grassy knoll
not looking at Dallas
although Dulles is looking for me.

Even in hindsight my
eyesight is not right.

I tried catching rainbows
shows to me that I might be
going crazy instead of Awol.

But it’s Monday, said Napoleon
to that someone and their idea,
once again
the map tells me,
you are here

there is nowhere left to go.

© 2020, John Smallshaw.