Run For The Roaches Poem by Joe Bisicchia

Since this stay I've come to feel at home in this infested hotel room where, as the only jockey brave enough, me aboard Lady Luck, I win the roses in the daily run for the roaches.

Life's a human race where Truth is lost by blinders. I win what is real.

These roaches are real. Really thick as thoroughbreds, and just as fast. And Lady Luck would survive a nuclear blast. So, bugler, toot that horn. Be real. I got Lady Luck, and she's no unicorn.



Published by Other People's Flowers,2019