Thursday, 18 April 2013

18. Genie

Sometimes, I
am a genie
who got drunk
and smashed
the lamp.

I follow
children down
the street,
holding out
sunflowers
like lollipops.

No one seems
to turn, the
children don’t
notice
my breezes.

Empty-handed
and out of
wishes, I am
a genie, but
mainly I
am just
a fool.

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