Slowly, ever so slowly, <br />the tiny blue spiders awaken. <br />They sing and dance <br />like sweet children. <br /> <br /> <br />Early April is a small child, <br />full of bluster and grace. <br />The fifth of April, I had a dream. <br />I pulled a tiny gray skull from <br />my right rear molar. <br />Then, my face replaced Lincoln's <br />on Mount Rushmore. <br /> <br /> <br />I was baptized a Catholic, <br />and you know what that means. <br />I like my reality solid, <br />and preferably, edible. <br />I find rational thought <br />to be the stuff of heresy. <br />I am confident my mother <br />will someday be canonized. <br /> <br /> <br />I never actually breath, <br />only sigh.<br /><br />David Kowalczyk<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-last-cannibal-in-brooklyn/
