Puppet X, 3

by Jerry Ratch



I look good 

Got these penny wings 
I could actually fly with 

It all becomes so clear 

Sound goes down 
Sanity returns in an instant 
The night is bigger... 

I'd rather stay near the ground 
I'm not a practicing angel 

     .    . 

I see more 
Than you 

A piece of hair to you 
Is a snake to me, 
And snakes are mean worms 
To a giant, like a tree 

Think how much less 
A giraffe can see 
With her face among the leaves 

Or an airplane, a very high, 
Serious airplane 

A jet is out of the question 

And a rocket 
Is like a flea... 

I'd rather push a pebble around