Puppet X,3 Poem by Jerry Ratch

I look good
together

Got these penny wings
I could actually fly with

It all becomes so clear

Sound goes down
Sanity returns in an instant
The night is bigger…

I'd rather stay near the ground
I'm not a practicing angel

* *

I see more
than you

A piece of hair to you
is a snake to me,
and snakes are mean worms
to a giant, like a tree

Think how much less
a giraffe can see
with her face among the leaves

Or an airplane, a very high,
serious airplane

A jet is out of the question

And a rocket
is like a flea…

I'd rather push a pebble around