Scatter-Brained Poem by Ann Thrope

what do you do when all you want is out
and it's not about
anything in particular
but everyone else is crazy for
some kind of escape
a way to cut loose
and break your truce
the tone to be good
don't lie or sin
don't play just to win.
it's all a trap
to capture and destroy
you
then award you
for surviving
and thinking on your feet
cause it's no small feat
to survive in the land
of broken bottles
half smoked joints
acid trips gone wrong
and skewed dreams.
it's no small feat
to make it out alive
happy and smiling
without a glint of
danger
hiding deep within your
cold,
empty eyes.