If it was a thing
It’s funny if a unicorn was a thing.
A thing to touch
To feel;
It’s funny if a rainbow’s end
Was a treasure trove
To steal;
It’s funny if treasure was real;
Was there ever a pot of gold
For real?
It’s funny if people loved freely
As they do hate
For what is real;
I prefer rainbows, and fairy dust,
1-million-year old nymphs
Trapped in adolescence;
Where unicorns gleam,
Even in the midst of misty
Enchanted-ness;
Over, what is there to
Imagination’s lost?
To being sane,
Or is it better to be static,
Manic, hypo- or hyper-manic?
It’s funny if imagination is a thing
To eliminate my pain
For real.
Earl Yarington was a professor and social worker. He taught literature and writing for nearly 20 years. As a social worker, Earl focused on human sexuality and child sexual abuse prevention by working with those at risk which included those with sex offenses, pedophilic disorder, dual diagnoses and other comorbid factors. Earl now writes literary fiction, poetry and non-fiction and often incorporates difficult subjects in his work.
He drives buses for a living.