I went the back way,
and here I wander through
endless eternities of life
stitched together for amusement
The bizarre behaviours of aunts and lobsters
can I seem bland and wanted as a puzzle piece.
The awkward hysteria of the every day
as I prepare to dig up a timelord
and bring him back with witch work
or as I hold her hand and run
from men with guns
or great formless Threats
Curled up in the warm of near-dawn,
I want to stay.
© 2014 by Robin A. Sams