Down the Road

Down the Road

(a poem by Ty Brando)

Thoughts whirling ‘round like a merry

go round and you thought I was

much more than a crust of bread waiting in the

cabinet for a hungry hand

Man,

where will I go when I’m gone? No one knows or is

tellin’

I can tell you that much Munchkin

Dot was treated badly by the heads and chiefs and they told

her to her face she was fat and she wept and took pills to deal

with all that

It’s a fact

a factual representation on fake paper with the fake news and the robots

screaming in silent reverie in 1s and 0s

and I’ll not humor the humorless or cut them a break

but I will break into two pieces the wood I find on the trail for a fire

Later on

down the road