A fat young man plays with a pond. <br />The wind has caught itself in a tree. <br />The pale sky seems to be rumpled, <br />As though it had run out of makeup. <br />On long crutches, bent nearly in half <br />And chatting, two cripples creep across the field. <br />A blond poet perhaps goes mad. <br />A little horse stumbles over a lady. <br />A fat man is stuck to a window. <br />A boy wants to visit a soft woman. <br />A gray clown puts on his boots. <br />A baby carriage shrieks and dogs curse.<br /><br />Alfred Lichtenstein<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/twilight-97/
