Lisa’s Broken Record

by Joe Dickinson

Leafin’ through the pages of that old magazine,

     can’t believe the things i felt

            or could feel

the life that pumps through my blood

through my veins

pushing, pushing me

leading into the future

alone

on a straight path heading down through the trees

     over the breeze

and into the great beyond...

     like a shooting star.

“it’s all been done” the cynic says

     while spitting into your eye

     and setting fire to your new sweater.

“it’s all in fun” the broken record sings

     while prodding you to cry

     and mouthing that the other side is better.

you can stare at me,

you can laugh at me,

you can wonder about me,

you do what you’d like,

but i am going to persevere

and keep on being who i please...

and that is

     a horse

            or hyena

                 depending on how

                        she feels.

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