Late for the pep talk


locking the keys
in the car
and late, so late
for the seminar

the motivational
inspirational speaker
scribbles down
some opening lines

Despair
is an optional extra

Hope
is a spare set of keys

Innovation
is a coat hanger

and the squealing
screeching, siren sound
scattering birds to the trees
parting window blinds
and rousing dogs to imitation

and the slice in your thumb
and the blood running down
your sleeve

that
is the rallying
gathering round

for crying out loud
of your Dreams


This poem appears in


Pass it Along

© Brendan Bonsack
April 2017