Pegasus at the Plow: A Poetry Collection
Patrick Walker
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2009 Patrick Walker
PEGASUS AT THE PLOW
You sit there and you swill the coffee
You 're forced to prefer to gin
You choke down some crumbs
Of your meaningful self
When the higher lackeys barge on in
Your friends all call it burnout
Switching files on old Chrome Dome
Changing careers 'd make no difference
It’s just nostalgia for home.
Some days you feel like Pegasus
Pegasus at the plow
Though your wings are at their service
Over one decade now
Til their billboards block Parnassus
You 're gonna feel that plow.
The girl’s transfigured body
Shoots rays from that Other Place
You know in your mind
That you’d been there some time
And you’d hoped she’d provide the trace