[7/26/2002 12:31:26 PM | Andy Kovacs]
"Why is it that when we talk to God we're said to be praying, but when God talks to us we're schizophrenic?"
- Lily Tomlin


[7/26/2002 12:50:37 PM | Andy Kovacs]
Here is a peom I wrote a few years ago. My friend, Donnie, and I keep trying to get started animating it, but everytime we make plans, something comes up. I think animation would complement the story quite nicely! Let me know what you think!

reflection

by Andrew Kovacs



Today when I woke
I felt very cold.
I’d lost all my sheets,
And out of bed rolled.
I stood on my feet
And wavered a bit
Cause something seemed wrong,
It just didn’t fit.
I started to walk
Across my bedroom
Right past my toys, my
Desk and a broom.
‘Twas then that mom yelled
(she never did cuss),
“If you don’t move it
you’ll soon miss the bus!”
I ran to the bathroom,
Grabbed a soap cake, and
Ran past the mirror and
Did a double take.
My hair was now black,
When last night ‘twas brown.
My nose was not long, and
My ears didn’t hang down!
I looked really good –
For a little boy –
I realized for one
Fleeting moment of joy.
But mom started yelling
In her “bad dog!” voice
Which basically meant
That I had no choice.
She handed me sneakers,
Two socks and a shirt,
A pair of plaid of pants,
A handful of dirt.
A cherry cheesecake,
A fragile tea cup,
A hot bowl of rice and
That’s when I woke up.
I woke on my pillow,
A few times I blinked.
I walked to the kitchen
And drank me a drink.
I saw in the water
(my mind still a fog)
My real, true reflection –
I’m back to being a dog.

*SIGH*

I thought of my dream
And wished it were true
Cause if I could choose
I’d be just like you.
I would walk erect and
I would chew my food
I would comb my hair and
Not walk around nude.
I would go to school
And work day and night
To barely scrape by and
Oh. Yeah. That’s right . . .
Hmmm.
Come to think of it,
Being a dog isn’t so bad after all.





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