Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Strange Looking Horses

‘…I spoke with God last night…’ said the alms man. ‘…and what did he say…?’ asked the legless man. ‘…he said to leave the porch light on…’. ‘…and…?’ asked the legless man, his eyes narrowing. ‘…and that tomorrow is Wednesday…’ answered the alms man, his eyes growing bigger and bigger. ‘…hmm…’ hemmed the legless man. ‘…and that donkeys aren’t really asses, but strange looking horses…’. ‘…what about Shetland ponies…? ‘…He didn’t say nothing about them…’.

No comments:

About Me

My photo
"Poetry is the short-circuiting of meaning between words, the impetuous regeneration of primordial myth". Bruno Schulz
Powered By Blogger

Blog Archive