Dead President

Heads

              Tales

Heads

 

The coin lands

With a loud slap

Colliding with the bare skin

Tales

           Heads

Tales

 

Life left up to chance

From here at least

So he wanders with his coin

Heads

              Tales

Heads

 

Colliding with yet moving

Through the shadowy crowds

Ever guided by the spinning deity

Tales

           Heads

Tales

 

Defining direction designating concentration

Guiding the wayward diversion through

Each designated distracted placement on the map

Heads

           Tales

Heads

 

The sun catching a dead president

Speaking once again

To the one with no direction

Whispering the answers into an ear

That can no longer listen

To any reason

Tales

           Heads

Tales

 

He is guided by a head telling tales

A deceased deity spinning shadowy lines

Truth or fiction matters not

To the distracted drifter

 

He has all the answers

Resting on the end of his thumb

Let him close his eyes for a while  

05/23/2012

 

Author's Note

0637 am

Reviews

[J Todd Underhill]

Life is a coin toss at best and when I find my double headed coin I shall have the key to life!~

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Oh, this is brilliantly innovative writing. The play with heads and tales is amazing and inspiring. I wonder how it must be for one like him -- who looks for answers this way and has lost his sense of reason. Astonishing work.