Tuesday, October 23, 2007


there was a night of waiting
which took its toll
scrolling down a long list of words
putting the name of doggerel
on what the morning would recall

all superficial wishes come true
the substance of what matters still
far away on long carpets in short walks
to the cupcake of a toilet
and trudging from curtain to curtain
on the path above the clouds
as if there were wings

to carry the mythical beast of the impatient heart
back to the magic kingdom of long ago day


Pat Paulk said...

"cupcake of a toilet" only you. I hope it's icing free...

Russell Ragsdale said...

Even if the seat was covered with buttercream icing, there's nowhere to slip to - yep Pat, your right, only I could fall for such a crazy mixed metaphore of a description!

ozymandiaz said...

Ah, back to the childhood home perhaps?

Russell Ragsdale said...

Hey Ozy! Good to see you. We click the ruby shoes and for Dorothy it was simple but for us (in these modern times) there could be a whole variety of places the magic would drop us off at. Thanks for the great question my friend.