swirling reds and swinging vines link humans to gods with umbilical precision
the crack of a bat hangs a question mark in the damp evening air
the crowds cheer as I walk the talk, shoulders back, assets forward
pull out the big guns baby, I'm ten feet tall, I'm a tall drink, a swagger
do the math, it adds up then subtracts itself, retracts itself to a quiet corner
just a minute please
deep breath, step back, size up the situation
launch one last attack of wit on the unsuspecting khaki coalition
sashay an extraction
the sun looming on the horizon looks an awful lot like truth and consequences for the invincible
i love this, la lunatique ...
ReplyDeleteon a good day we do swagger, assert that "i'm here" aura ... then fall back, struck by that cricket bat of a question .. who do i think i am? where is my meaning and how do i get out of here?
those last two lines are awesome! love the dry humour of launch one last attack of wit on the unsuspecting khaki coalition
I do love the swagger of the good days but the falling back gives time to digest, appreciate & create if the muse sees fit. It pleases me immensely that you see the humor as I fancy myself hysterical! Thank you!
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