Ride in the Sky
A poem by Carmen Varner

They are non-existant.
I don't have any.
My friends tell me I do,
But I can't find many.
It's hidden because we usually have it.
I'm really dying,
I can't wait til Tuesday.
Ride in the sky,
Right in that white container.
The creativity has gone.
Inspiration drifted to a far off land.