These five words <br />contain all of life. <br /> <br /> <br />The necromancer is pretending <br />to read Soldier of Fortune <br />while the batteries in his <br />hearing aid slowly die. <br /> <br /> <br />He's remembering things <br />that he usually forgets. <br />He lays down on the <br />freshly mown grass <br />annd gazes up at <br />an impeccable turquoise sky, <br /> <br /> <br />wild with promises <br />of peaches and cream and <br />money, money, money.<br /><br />David Kowalczyk<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sad-mad-holy-tragic-magic/
