'The Writers Take Their Cue'

The Writers Take Their Cue

Mikela's on the corner casting
Spells and calling rhymes
Waving over all the boys
To give her all their time

Quoting transcendental poets
Direct and paraphrased
The routes are open, many doors
She favors shrooms, I play

We discussed how visions cut
Right through the day-to-day
It's not hallucination
It's just another way

The fuss dies down, the cars are gone
The few who live here stay
Hum and rattle, a sleepy city
Never goes away

She improvised a long good-bye
And wrapped me up anew
Everyone went blank and stared -
"A special gift for you"

The writers take their cue

Bricks are laying mortar fire
Cannon across the bay
The river wrestles down the tide
And dawn will have its day

9/9/25