Forced Fires.

When you find yourself unable to meet the demands of the day, simply reprise some regrets from highschool when you thought you might attempt something brazen and grande as though the girls would like you better for it and you might get to hold a hand or worse. But all you got was a dinner bell in the midst of your foray into vaingloriousness plans of fanciful flights towards first base at first recess. I was told to "say it's in God's hands. But, God doesn't always have the best goddamn plans does he?" So I give to you a metaphysicisian toad and more high school regret than I wish to tell you here. Here.

warty bliggens, the toad

By Don Marquis, in "archy and mehitabel," 1927

i met a toad
the other day by the name
of warty bliggens
he was sitting under
a toadstool
feeling contented
he explained that when the cosmos
was created
that toadstool was especially
planned for his personal
shelter from sun and rain
thought out and prepared
for him

do not tell me
said warty bliggens
that there is not a purpose
in the universe
the thought is blasphemy
a little more
conversation revealed
that warty bliggens
considers himself to be
the center of the same
the earth exists
to grow toadstools for him
to sit under
the sun to give him light
by day and the moon
and wheeling constellations
to make beautiful
the night for the sake of
warty bliggens

to what act of yours
do you impute
this interest on the part
of the creator
of the universe
i asked him
why is it that you
are so greatly favored

ask rather
said warty bliggens
what the universe
has done to deserve me
if i were a
human being i would
not laugh
too complacently
at poor warty bliggens
for similar
have only too often
lodged in the crinkles
of the human cerebrum


(There was to be art, wonderful art, but it was not meant to be so. So?)

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

The toad would have a much better life if he had a davenport instead of a toadstool.