It could test an elephant’s patience,
Move a sloth from its tree
Or buckle a train wheel,
It’s like counting old scars,
Dictating bad news
Or burning a daydream,
And I feel like that dirty old fly
In that filthy hotel room,
Butting my head against the window,
One,
Two,
Three times.
It’s a cyclical world,
I lie on the paving stones
Groaning.
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April 18, 2011 at 12:45 am
“It’s like counting old scars,
Dictating bad news
Or burning a daydream”
wow, great imagination
April 18, 2011 at 2:47 pm
All I can say is, wow. I love the image of the fly butting against the window.
April 18, 2011 at 2:50 pm
I put a link to your blog on my sidebar.
April 18, 2011 at 6:32 pm
Likewise – thanks for stopping by, Angela 🙂
April 18, 2011 at 7:44 pm
You have great poems here. 🙂
April 18, 2011 at 11:01 pm
Cheers Ina – much appreciated
April 18, 2011 at 11:02 pm
Thanks Evelyn
April 19, 2011 at 2:55 pm
I loved that part “Butting my head… one, two, three .. “.
You have acute observation!
April 19, 2011 at 10:37 pm
Nice, Dunstan.
April 20, 2011 at 6:55 am
great -i wish i had written that!
April 25, 2011 at 8:29 pm
Cheers one and all!
April 28, 2011 at 12:46 pm
Another superb poem. When’s the book coming out? One ought to.
May 7, 2011 at 1:26 pm
Simplistic yet you didn’t need more!! Fantastic!