Authority Poem PAD April 19th 2015


As kids we tried to hurry up the months

until our birthday, Christmas, Halloween,

or summer. Rolling cars around a track,

we dreamt of driving, smoking, looping arms

with lovers, flying planes or drinking beers

like on TV. We grew and drove to work,

had dates, made plans, had kids, and bought a house

with shutters, flower beds and grass to mow.

We shopped and watched the soccer games, still quaffed

a cold one with our friends, but some had moved

or lost a limb while others lost their hair.

We grabbed our chins and cursed the glass that showed

us lines or creases. Parents died, we ached

for time–– just months or days, oh please! The clock

won’t stop, it drives us now, the pedal to the floor.

Kim King ©2015


About k2king

Francophile, writer, poet, and mother of Samoyeds
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