Friday, 18 September 2009

99 Words

In the vegetable garden of my imagination there's a scarecrow and a gnome who are best of friends. The gnome wears outrageous Hawaiian shirts and knits hats with carrot peel for the scarecrow to wear. There's a singing hedgehog quartet and one of the hedgehogs has a lisp; one is a caterpillar in disguise. Lightning strikes often and rocks break into pieces giving birth to never before seen flowers. There's a speakeasy inside a pumpkin where a medley of tiny intoxicated scholars carve their philosophy into the orange walls. And there's a gleaming puddle where life contemplates its reflection.