Sunday, 29 May 2011

Cartoon Conversations

Unbalanced, broken aspects of a face
See the way it does not fit.
They move, they shouldn't,
unless this is not real.
She agreed with this.
Engrossed and proud,
he can't pull his eyes away.
I can, I glance to his face.
Relieved.
He likes this, I know him.
Such words, big words, big questions.
Answers? Debatable.
Distracted by appearance,
like in life.
Did they mean that?
I drift in and out of concentration.
I've thought this before,
I've saw this before.
Puppets.
He gets it.
Shout from your car,
I have goosebumps and grins.
Turn off the light...
Can you?
Try, try, try, again?
I laugh as he flies away.

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