Progress

The little frog hopped up the inside of the well
grey bricks
two hops up, one fall back
or maybe the other way around

(It was slow going)

Then a rock flew from the sky
and it hit the little frog

Now he goes
hop hop
around the well in circles

It's a little gross
but the rock knocked his eyes around
(like a flounder)

They're both facing up
and so now he thinks he's going that way

(Somehow he doesn't find this disconcerting)

Hop hop hop in circles
Hop hop hop in circles.



Poetry by bluebackpack
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Written on 2011-05-18 at 03:13

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Baskenmütze
I really like this poem, and I really don't know why. It's kind of sad and kind of strange, but something about the last two lines makes it seem one of those songs that you listen to when you can't decide if you need to go running through the rain or if you need to take a nap or if you really ought to be writing a poem.
2011-10-29