Children's Books

Wearing ruby slippers
Every click bitters
Driving slivers
Into starry eyes
Though surprise
Shouldn't arise.
 
What kind of fool expects
Magical effects
From gemstone flecks?
A desperate child
Who hasn't smiled
Since being exiled
To where a bear
Gnaws a square
Claiming to repair
Flawed geometry
Hampering
            the trigonometry
Of family astronomy.
 
A constellation's dictation
Divination of a destination
By execution of an equation. 
 
Nothing to lose
Dons the shoes
Clicking a bruise,
Or three, or four.
Tapping sore
For any door
To exit the cesspit
Where the puppet
Is whipped with its strings
Until the stings
Seem the love of kings
Too mad to rule,
So in this school
A hammer is a tool
To open a mind,
Blind, and bind.
 
Yet,having mistook
The children's books
Safe to let look
Didn't foresee
The possibility
Of fantasy.
 
No cyclone left alone
Run hoping to be blown,
Carried off to Oz... wake wrapped in gauze.
No Munchkin applause.
The broken jaw is silence,
But defiance finds reliance
In words as healing balm
Recited as holy psalm
From L. Frank Baum.