©2016 Susan Noyes Anderson
Perhaps I’ve slipped the bonds of earth too soon,
or maybe I have simply loosed my grip
and orbited, a rather ghastly trip
that leaves me somewhere underneath the moon.
The dish has run off with my errant spoon.
No cow in sight, and yet a pirate ship
encircles me, my erstwhile dreams to strip,
bursting my bubbles with a mean harpoon.
I am no novice to the fractured dream,
the fairy tale that twists when it should turn.
My storyline’s been split at every seam.
Release the purloined keyboard. Press return.
Or better yet, skip to the final scene,
where all is well and nothing left to learn.