here’s to the sugar-coated fireworks
ignited in the gray hedge maze of my boyhood brain
by chocolate vampires and leprechauns.
here’s to saturday morning cartoons.
where bugs bunny zen could beat super-genius science
and all its weapons of war.
and here’s to every kid in the floor in pajamas
that believed cereal could be worth hiding at the feet of rainbows
and that we could all grow up to be firemen–astronauts.
Erik Richardson lives in Mexico, Missouri, where he runs his own company designing & building e-learning and engaged storytelling tools for businesses all over the map (literally and figuratively). His poetry has appeared in a variety of journals and anthologies with a few small awards and a Pushcart nomination along the way. His first published collection, a berserker stuck in traffic, came out in 2014, and his second poetry chapbook, song of ourself, was published in 2017.
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