April 16 by The Running Son
I know I saw snow in that wardrobe.
Saw the mirrored face of God, it was cold though.
I chose the blue pill, but you know
I’m just too slow to chill,
make this matrix my new home.
poem by Jim Aldrich
The 3rd poem written this weekend that can stand alone. Like the first two it was part of a tag-poetry post at the aopinionatedman blog and part of a larger context.
To read the other two poems, and more on the great interactive poetry events OM held, read the post Joshua Tree in bloom, a jacked-up weekend, and the first 2 poems in 15 years.