the last lonely mile

The Last Lonely Mile

I.

She was
short
on retorts
& mildly
out of
touch.

 

Wrenched loose,
full of rattles
& regrets.

 

Highly
opinionated
with
sealed lips.

 

Hairpin turns,
full steam
ahead to
the finish
line!

 

Red flags
waving,
shouts of
detour!

 

II.

How much
is that
doggie in
the window?

 

The one
with the
spike thru
its head.

 

We all
need something
to pet.

 

Something to
scrape off
the pavement
& make
love to.

 

We need
backup &
allegiance
& a
working
vocabulary.

 

III.

Will this
be the
day?

 

The day
the home
team returns
victorious &
the church
bells ring?

 

The day
the ban
is lifted?

 

Many are
called but
few answer.

 

Why step
into an
ambush?

 

Why not
just turn
& run?

 

Oh, run
little Sheba!

 

The Wolf
Pack is
descending,
evil men
with long
swords.

 

Remember what
mother said?

 

Legs crossed,
eyes closed,
stiff upper
lip &
a quart
jar of
Vaseline.

 

Say your
prayers,
little Sheba.

 

Walk the
last lonely
mile.

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