Prodigal Girl

Crushed like a soda can 
Can this lifeline recycle itself 
to the fullest straight and narrow? 
There’s no time like tomorrow 
to make it like today 
I kick a rock down a road, 
I throw a stone into a stream, 
to dream of less important things 

I wake up screaming 
Kick yourself for sleeping in 
through the re-ignition moment 
Until the planets realign, 
the sun and I will bide our time 
It moves on anyway, 
regarding regardless of what to say 
about the wrenching wait 

The prodigal girl was led astray 
Her words ring so true  
if only to get back at you 
for losing a grip, sanity 
I’ve got it sinking in, 
its warmth is a blanket 
to the greatest of the Great God’s 
air-conditioning vent

MM 1998

(Artwork by Bob Rob)