Thursday, April 8, 2010

Thursday Poem: The naked unicyclist of fate


The naked unicyclist of fate

The naked unicyclist of fate
Is travelling from door to door
Of your hopes and memories
Soliciting funds to finance
The building of a sculpture
Representing all your failed dreams
Of a better life than this.

Meanwhile the small furry rodents of time
Are deserting all the sinking ships
That were to take you across the seas
Of years into a future land
You will now never see. Never will you
Even once feel the sands
Of its beaches under your bare feet.

Still, though, the mornings appear
One after the other like the final demands
For a life you never got around to using,
Leaving it with its windows curtained
And its doors shut and bolted
With all the future possibilities left
Piled under dust covers that you know
You will never dare to lift again.

On the other hand, though,
There are thousands upon thousands
Of web pages out there, so…
What the hell, eh?

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