Tuesday, May 10, 2016

Rodak's Writings: Amnesiac -- an oldie


i wasn’t paying attention
obliviously sucked down
through the opaque narcotic
of a quicksand ennui --

The sky had ripped off a page
and begun a new chapter…
i awoke in my heavy boots
staring at an empty palm
no grip on the plot line
that must have hoisted me here
amnesiac: i have lost
the gypsy poet’s number

i hear a voice
tossed back by the wind

who shall i say is calling?