Piker Press — Weekly Journal of Arts and Literature
April 27, 2026

tumbling

"...this crapshoot of life crushed my dreams..."

tumbling

through time
as I lay thinking
always remembering

how this crapshoot of life
crushed my dreams spinning
me into an unlikely comedy

listening to a busy world
trains, ships, planes,
never ending hiss of cars

revved up motorcycles
loud televisions, shouts,
radios, alarms, sirens

shifting memories
over in my mind trying
to find some pattern

finally night, long, deep
and black covers me with
blankets of forgetfulness






Article © Joan McNerney. All rights reserved.
Published in the June 7, 2021 issue .
Image(s) are public domain.
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