For: November Writing Prompts #1- Sweet Chaos
I’ve inched through life
crawled through countless days
watched the time fly, watched it stop, heard it roar like a beat up truck with a
broken muffler and then die
at the end of the drive with a plastic lawn jockey , missing an eye
and beaming a gritty mossy smile.
I’ve watched people walk, got out of their way as they ran for the door
without as much as a cherry goodbye or a heartfelt go to Hell.
Sometimes I went along for the ride, sometimes I was pulled out by the tide and tossed
around like a leaf by the wind, by the rain
looking for that drain in the road to
send me home.
My life has been
like a wad of gum stuck
on the bottom of a dog’s paw, a cat’s claw
picking up gunk and fuzz
everyone knows it’s there but nobody wants to touch it.