Saturday, December 12, 2015

7579. I STOLE

I stole the chalice from the palace of the
living god. He was tall and bronze and handsome
too. But he couldn't have been all that  -  no God could
be that attractive. He'd need twelve hands to manage;
everything he started would always need finishing. 
Maybe that's why we dream and have visions. 
Doing His work again. I think this guy invented
Chess, and checkers too. Maybe even the game of
Life  -  maybe that one too. Oh then, should I call
him Milton Bradley, I mean, if we ever meet?

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