Thursday, July 14, 2011

No Strings

Strange how when you’re severed
from your puppeteer you do not
always fall into a heap. Amazingly,
some manage to discover on their
own volition how to creep: eventually –

bravely! – even leap. Though some
of us, of course, unlike Pinocchio,
do not get up and go. We stumble
and we fall and sometimes really rather
would not move at all. Which is best?

Click our hips and knees throughout
the Universe or huddle in a bundle
under house arrest? We marionettes
must face so many tests! Me? I am
an unstrung bum. I'm gonna rest.


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