Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Postmodern Rain by Ali Znaidi

Then when I found frogs in the bucket instead
of water,
I just shivered.
I didn’t expect to find frogs; jumping frogs—
green ugly creatures that signify…
The bucket was full to the brim with frogs—
a palimpsest of scattered & scrambled ideas.
Green frogs in the bucket,
jammed like sardines in a basket.
Each one wanted to speak the truth.
I was flabbergasted.
I shivered.
I smashed the bucket against the wall,
and    f  r  a  g  m  e  n  t  e  d   it,
letting the frogs go in multifarious directions.

Written 10 04 2012

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