Poem: Modiglian
For Modiglian, a truly interesting acquaintance
Author: Erundur Anwamehtar
Last Modified: 10/5/2003
I wish the jolly, blue frogs
causing heavy-metal mayhem
would leave the dreams of the lonely, Spanish shop-owner
so he could sleep,
his depression end,
and he could perhaps finish
a sentence
without resorting to rambling,
crazed descriptions of the Japanese animation
which causes his nose to twitch,
his eyes to water like a rabbit’s
that narrowly escaped
death under the feet of a bull in a festival
celebrating running
but isn’t an anime marathon at all
and therefore wouldn’t interest the shop-owner
any more than the batteries and local maps
he sells to misguided tourists
who don’t know
the shortest distance between right and wrong is nothing but perspective.