Saturday, November 06, 2010

Small Potatoes

Once again
the squeaky voice
I can't keep down
leaks.


While the giants
around me strut
and win their prizes
I keep


calling out in
empty rooms.
The merchants
come


and offer to
give me a small
inoccuous presence for
a fee


but I know
the infantile dreams
I tried to make real
are part of sleep.

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