METEOR
Last night, as I went to lay an egg
on the front porch, the most dazzling
light I'd seen in some time
filled the sky, sucking
the wind from the air and
making a point of
blinding me for a second.
I didn't take it personally,
but I decided to file
a complaint at my earliest
opportunity.
I know a guy who
knows a guy who
will take care of it
for me. It will be
like it never happened.
When I called the guy this morning,
I told him what had transpired. I sketched
a wanton lemur as I did so.
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I like this poem. :)
ReplyDeleteDanke schön.
ReplyDeleteWhoops...I just noticed and corrected a tense problem. All better.
ReplyDeletethis poem is so stupid. fuck.
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