Vanity Flare

Don't get me wrong: I know

that knowledge is power,

that mystery's water,

that hunger makes

a gargantuan

lover,

and yes, I've drunk

of the river Lethe,

from the breath of the Celts,

from the echo of

the bugling elk,

 

and yet,

 

alas,

here I be,

small and twee,

all liquored up

on song and love,

hard as rails

and light as air,

expecting the heavens

to throw down a flare,

to send in the clowns,

to burn a bush,

strike up the sea,

anything

 

that might mean

those cloudy bastards

have noticed me.

 

by Wendy Videlock

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26-30
1 Response Mar 20, 2009

I think Wendy would blush if whe knew just how much the cloudy bastards do notice her.