Saturday, September 01, 2007

The Show

You wonder about poetry.
You think, Why?
It seems like a knuckle ball.
You wonder how it interacts with yourself.
Yourself is troubled by words and other stuff.
This is stupid and troubling, you think.
That's true, says the kid in your head.
Now's when you start to feel funny.
With the whole world rubbing across your eyes, you're sure
you see something like a faint bird. It is sailing
into the sky in your eyelids.
Well, sure, it's blue there, but also red clouds
are rising and then sighing.
Yeah, no one is sure about anything, but I feel
certain that the lifting curtain is really real.