Where art thou Sunflowers?

by Gener

Around the bend in Oglebay

I drove years and years ago,

To deposit the boys in a boarding school, such a place near Ohio,

Then I got into a plane, slipped away in a hurry

Boasted 'was in Big Apple's neigbour

In many years before.

Whence I moved to Toronto

On a red Isuzu,

The border patrol looked at my visa

And said you, there go,

I drove past the line, yelled on top of my lung

Here, I am past Buffalo

'Thee dream just finally came true.

Why, here, just now

I'm 'bout to fly again in 'morrow,

'Am taking a Northwest jumbo

my body's got used to,

Tho' still sick to the stomach I must

bid an adieu,

My momma waits for me

she's sick,

Momma is, you know.

Must this fellow be a huge clueless

In a scheme he 'tempts to,

Sleepless, directionless

how can it be so,

So?

'Fortnight he told himself, alas

Surely I must go,

To recite a lovely song

In commune with divin'in pro.

But the wind changed its course 'ruptly

and hit like a hurricane,

On this eve of my sail

I hope to surmount 'tis will,

My compass has jammed ill

My map's a bit wet

My boat's stuck in the mud

Better be back on a plane.

Lead 'ee to a point, where I go,

In the mountain

Or train depot?

Across a tall building, in a mall,

In layers of condo?

Under a bridge,

In a meadow?

Surely gotta know -

Could it be below a pass?

Beneath a hospital, perhaps

Along a racetrack,

Within hotels?

Past a church, near a bank

Beyond the north or the south,

In the hills or the mound?

Ain't it funny,

Oh no!

My clock runneth low.

Simply mind the woes I wrote

Which received 'ee promise of gold,

Take the words which kept aflowin'

And got the future clearer,

The omen 'ee once told

Thine be pursued with an amen,

The passion of 'mee poems

Shall be lived in soul of 'thee each other.