Speeding down the hill on my
Aluminum steed.
Wind in my face and
Petting my legs.
I won’t brake.
The thrill!
I won’t break.
The curb. It burns
Like a flaming front step
A caustic corridor to the
Land of Make Believe.
The gate,
A mountain of a rock where i
Mine pyrite.
Fool’s Gold.
And beyond… Sherwood Forest.
Its dark in there,
Supernatural,
Unearthly.
Neblous wood
Where the Merry Men gather
And make gay with the maidens.
At once, delight and delirium.
Blackened and blanched.
Incandescent and indecent.
This is my place.
These are my people.
Magic and misogyny.
Marian and Magdalene.
Meal and mirror.
At seven years.
Bad luck.