PREDICTING THE PREMONITION

Why leave it to chance?

The crystal ball of my brain 

—my mind—will see 

what it wants to

ahead of time

 if I don’t intervene 

with a positive prediction. 

I must anticipate the good,

imagine it, visualize it,

so I don’t see 

what my cranial orb 

wants to show me: 

flying monkeys 

and Wicked Witches.

Give me the Emerald City 

any day. Kansas 

and its twisters

are too easy to come by.

I’m making up 

my own premonitions

from now on, building them

one yellow brick 

at a time, until I’ve made 

my own road out of

Munchkinland and through 

the poisonous poppy fields.