THE FORK IN THE ROAD
I came to a fork in the road
and I almost died laughing.
I just got up and ambled on down that road
Left or right? Who knows, go ask a toad
he’ll play leap frog with you.
That road would have no black or white
Just day and night following each other lockstep, up-tight
Tried to look back once or twice
thought I saw some rice and a dried up corsage
being gnawed on by a family of mice
Saw some kids ducking back in the woods
Half-naked one of ‘em stood looking at me
She thought I still had the goods, left them there with her.
Heard what sounded like music bidding me to come
Get off the road altogether and be a bum.
So I put on some ragged clothes instead
went on my way listening to the voices in my head.
Omar J. Calleja