It’s always time for the rodeo
when I’ve accepted the fetal position
as a way of life for fear
of putting on the clown suit.
Doubt comes barging in
like a mad cocaine pirate
that I welcome on-board
with streamers, ribbons and balloons
as my dreams vacuously congeal
into dried husks so often that I pray
for monsters under my bed
with dollars in my teeth.
It’s all relative to whatever
disaster I touch and mold into shape
using the clay that mother gave me.
I almost feel like begging
for the knife in these alleyways
filled with uncertain strangers with
cartoon lives
but all they do is
kill me with conversation until
I trip on slumber wondering
why the pen is so heavy
when everything seems so much like air
on which floats the dust
of long dead sheep.
hernanjmonzon.com 
The last stanza goes to the land of beyond. A wonderful use of words, and an excellent title.
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Thank you. I really appreciate the encouragement.
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Welcome again.
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I agree, your last stanza is so good. I love your use of words, Hernan. I will always wish I could hang out in your brain for 24 hours…..make it 48…..want to shop for souvenirs while I am in there. Hugs!!!
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Hahaha! Lots of souvenirs in there I’m sure. I wish I could take a vacation from my brain. Or just a vacation!
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We could swap brains…mine is so boring lately that you would feel quite rested….. Anyway, my brain is yours…you will always be welcome. 🙂
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