I took the road less travelled

I took the road less travelled


Wading through blue pools of woe
Thursdays child has far to go
mired in halls of corridors
closed doors that slammed shut

on the information highway
liars peddle their wares
the child tied in tongues
and prejudiced bric a brac

riding high in self medicated circles
anchored by the kneading toddler
labelled and parcelled from room to room
delivered in fetid insanity to the gates

Stoned in heart , of foot and head
a journey counted in it's parts
of grief and poverty a plenty
swirling masses to obstruct the way

till rendered cold on the marble bench


As Peter gathers the remains
preserved in life's aspic
confusion reigns in the road
the only constant is by the frequency by which it is travelled