Bring It On

I'm not in Kansas,
I'm not in Ohio,
how can I carry on?

How does the
wayward son
get peace?

How do I respond
to such eternally
correct prose?

Materially wealthy,
spiritually poor,
should be knocking
on Heaven's door.

How do I when
I sense no handle,
or no door for
that matter.

The skyline is
aircraft-carrier gray,
air force truck blue
and marginally pink.

A cold day out,
but a risen sun
is still inferred
or implied or
inferrilied,
I guess.

The pretty people
that Big Brother
hired stare at me
from the opposite
corner, high above.

But, it's for my
benefit I suppose.

I need to get my
health back online
so I can be
back in action.

As opposed to
inaction, I suppose.

Bring it on,
bring it on,
bring...it...on!

Reviews

[The Analog Kid]

This is right up my alley. Some nice word play. I just heard Kansas last night heading to work...it's been awhile.

[Lily Mae]

I was just listening to that song yesterday..how ironic..
"How do I when
I sense no handle,
or no door for
that matter."

I so get that.. awesome write.. I love it..xx

[Emily B]

bring it on :)