by George Perreault
a palindrome it’s called
a tick tock keeping time
or is that something else
you know an hourglass
is worse than swirl when
just an empty skull remains
i walk and walk and seems
any trail will take me home
or strangers point the way
though standing on the cliff
a spray of downward thought
was all that kept me here
but if a meteor flew hissing
oh straight the hand of god
such quickness daily pray
George Perreault‘s most current work can be found in Hole in the Head Review, West Trade Review, Angel Rust, and Casino Literary Magazine. His most recent book is Bodark County, a collection of poems in the voices of characters living on the Llano Estacado in West Texas.