by Philip F De Pinto

with the world run out of adhesive

so desperate were those who were falling apart at the seams

that they bullied their way through hoop after hoop

and finally through the doors of his play pen

to wrest from the boy -- his hobby horse

with notion to turn into glue


Posted on 08/17/2014
Copyright © 2022 Philip F De Pinto

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/17/14 at 02:48 PM

Complex, well worded allegory, Philip. In its own unique way, highly reflective of the current world around us.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/18/14 at 12:56 AM

The inclusion of a child in this gives it an extra layer of the awful way we are treating each other in this fine new century. Well done.

Posted by June Labyzon on 08/20/14 at 04:10 PM

This is very meaningful especially at this time of American History. We don't have adhesive or glue. And the child is left with pieces in his hand. Lovely write, Philip. Thank you

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