River Irony

hopping rocks like pounding scotch

underneath the summer sun,

 

gauging jumps in broken pumps

trying not to break the one,

 

the ankle, the leg

and even the skull

 

and the cell phone receives

no signal that close to the

river shore,

 

skull split open,

 

brain matter leeching out,

 

death appears imminent

due to a pedal misstep,

 

more likely, the ankle

becomes twisted and

climbing along the rocks

become an exercise

within a briar patch,

 

the choice becomes

climbing up hill or

climbing into the river,

 

either way,

the dilemma is

river irony,

 

so close and

yet so far,

 

life defined

in basic terms,

 

basic as lye

is basic,

 

fourteen places

behind the radix point,

 

beyond insignificant on

the universal scale,

 

think before you act

yet act without thinking,

 

the decision is on

the agent alone,

 

life is a gamble and

river irony may be

the outcome,

 

so it goes,

 

so it goes

Reviews

[Ed Hart]

for me, standing up and negotiating the stairs or skirting the furniture at the closest cintrification is beginning to look like a river gamble...well done

[Kenneth The Poet]

Thanks, Ed.

[KAOlmsted]

I do this all the time...I'll be having a lovely time then all of a sudden I think about what the worst thing that could happen would be and how I might get out of the fine mess I'd gotten myself into. Probably nowhere near what you were going for with this write *laugh* but that's what I took away from it ;-) Thanks so much for sharing it with us.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Thanks, K. I was walking along a sloped riverbed that was loaded with boulders when the title came to me. I hadn't written in weeks and when I saw the houses on the other side and how far I was down on the town side, it all suddenly made sense. Thank you, thank you for this.

[KAOlmsted]

Ah, the muse...we never know when that little bugger is going to strike, do we ;-) Always my pleasure, Kenneth.