Sunday, October 30, 2005

Billy Reid

Bill lives on round legs.
He spends his days in the gardens
reviewing the troops.
He idles away his time
in dreams that can not be.

He was Napoleon.
He will have a motorcycle.
God calls him to the Cosmos
with a rushing in his ears.

He waits for someone
to bring him a cup of tea.
He was Hitler.
He will walk again next year.
The stars whisper secrets
in the hidden corners of his mind.

Bill lives on round legs,
or does he?


defiant goddess said...

I love your writing.

Zareba said...

Thank you for reading it and for your complement. I hope that some of it will help people clarify their own thinking, or find a new way of looking at things.