Turning Back,
I Ran
Exactly
3.60
Miles

Coming
Full
Circle
.
Turning Back,
I Ran
Exactly
3.60
Miles

Coming
Full
Circle
.

I tossed
toiletries
–encased in make-up
kits,
I launched
Kindle books
–enwrapped in pleather pads,
I lobbed
carry on
–complete with shoulder straps,
I threw dirty duds
–drug through endless muck,
I pitched Samsonites
–along with broken wheel
I stole unchecked bags
–grabbed from carousel,
and spinning, I
ex-claimed–
lightened
but laden
(anew)
so chagrinned
to pass through gate,
and different sky
–lacking cap.

Skating across snow-crusted pavement, water skis banging my elbow, I realized the map had been turned upside down—I was heading into Canada, not Mexico—

My
hat
turned
red
–over time—
but I
don’t
don
it
anymore
–bonnet
now is
straw
–built to
last,
and Sunday…
Sunday’s
cap
is feathered…
headdress
earned
by
the
quill.

After making lots of
dough
I had bread,
and as I was the Biggest Cheese,
cheddar also abounded
–not to get all up in your grill about it, but
toast to that, right?
–down the old gullet
and with lettuce to spare,
I brought home the bacon,
–a task I didn’t relish, so
things got a bit dry
from there,
though the club
I founded subsequently
was no turkey.
just gravy
No tomatoes, either,
because who can afford seed?

Odds are
9 to 5
racing wears you down
but oh, the ribbon wrapping week
compels a rat to scuttle
cheesy reward, and convoluted,
–weak-end warriors needn’t play
only a strong finish applies–
amazing,
though it seems.

I killed my hair,
& made up a face,
Spanked my ass in gear…
with forward tilt,
I climbed on stilts,
uplifting where I peer.
with better view,
I added new,
spectacles to nose…
so rosy red,
they cleared my head,
& kept me on my toes.
with rings I couldn’t,
toe, and wouldn’t–
–line, but sought to please…
by wrote, I rhymed,
to honor line,
Uncrossing eyes & tease.