to save the world
with its abundance of
sinners, devils and cockroaches,
but Jesus, who had
never learned the art of smiling,
who was not given talents
such as diplomatic skills,
was caught by the envious ones,
not allowed to speak,
nor to learn how to smile,
and put down like a rabid dog
well before he could have,
perhaps would have
and most certainly should have
spoken the words that were in his heart.
Inside the pantry lived a mouse,who nibbled there on Allan’s cheese.Up on the glowing fireplace,sat Cole the turkey, he had shatonto the cat’s sleep-drunken face,who now, in turn got up and spata wad of ugly, greenish slimeprecisely on the old wind chime,which was the perch for Mr. Crow,who, black and shiny, mumbled ‘NO’.And now the…
and I lived in the otherI’d be your big brother.And at night all your laceI would tie just in caseit should rain from the skyyou would want to keep dry.In the morning I’d wake youget you out and then take youto the trees and the flowerswe would wander for hoursand I might, before lunchpick a…
and wave their armsas if to say, just have a look!I turn away, of course,quite unprepared,what should I say?I tell the truth because I must,I say that words will not suffice.
Compared to others he was tiny,a critter made of skin and bone.This mission’s solitary aimwas simply to elucidatehis role in God’s creation game,to find himself, at any rate.For many long and lonely hourshe stared into the stream’s reflection.Half sitting in a sea of flowers,a specimen of weird perfection.And when the Moon arrived at last,dead shadows…
and good.That alonemakes himdifferentfrom all creatureswe know
The devil has a nasty cousinwho fathered, by himself, a dozenmean-spirited and scrawny boyswho did not play, when young, with toysbut with the parts of the deceased.Took after the revolting beastand, having individual traitsthey never shared with brothers, matesbut specialised in the disposalof body parts from Nile to Mosel.The oldest one, by name of ‘Miftly’disposed…
