Monday, January 31, 2011


magician picks one

lemming from the pack

throws it way, way back


lemming sails a while

rides the breeze

kisses the clouds with ease


end of that bit of time

it comes crashing down

leg crushed head split skin torn


runs again rushing

towards certain salvation

sad for the f-ed up magician


1 comment:

moochhi said...

this is wonderful! a commenter from the outside becomes you. the sharp wistfulness is back.