June 24, 2009

how many steps away from a tadpole in a jar

She knows somebody, who is friends with a certain someone, who happens to be a man with no particular reason for existing, because he has no feelings that move in an organized rational manner, and he could learn some rationale from a girl who poses well in pictures, but not well in a mirror, who met a licensed surgeon, who has shaky hands, which are calm when holding a scalpel that cuts shallow surface deep, like the fish that swims under the lily pads, eating half formed tadpoles, whose siblings are scrutinized by giant eyes peering through a glass wall, which separates a little boy who among collecting tadpoles, collects fireflies that synchronize flashes of bioluminescence hypnotize making one forget to poke holes in the tin cap of a jar.