A Poem by Samuel Strathman

Wagon Poem 

A broken-down wagon 
is a precursor
for the rest of the day. 

Moan in pain,
clutch your side
as if your appendix
is about to flop out
like a flailing
psycho doll. 

Trucks and cars pass
by because everyone
drinks on a holiday,
and nobody cares
to pull over. 

Don’t ask me
why you decided
to buy groceries
before the night shift,
except you might
get peckish while doing
more of the same.  

Need roadside assistance? 

Get creative.  

CAA can’t help you now. 

String sausage rolls
around your body,
and bark like a dog.
Film yourself doing it. 

Worse case scenario,
upload the video
onto YouTube – 
fame starts there. 

About the Author: Samuel Strathman is a Jewish poet, author, educator, and editor at Cypress: A Poetry Journal. Some of his poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Acta Victoriana, Train, White Wall Review, NoD Literary Magazine, and elsewhere. His first chapbook, “In Flocks of Three to Five” will be released later this year by Anstruther Press. He lives in Toronto, Ontario.

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