Poem: Mid-Fantasy Frog

Mid-Fantasy Frog

at the end of
my corrective lenses sits
a light cast of thespian echoes …so
glass eggs in a drifting landscape and I
are drawn by salt in
the mirror to a nurse in
tolerant white …so
she may be our

Agents accustomed to neon and the soothsayer moon should
never speak to ⎯ Y’know, Crystal Zoom, I think I just blew this thing!

About genemyers

Gene Myers is a New Jersey poet, music journalist and columnist who learned to walk twice. His weekly column is called The Joy of Life. He was awarded first place in Arts and Entertainment Writing by The New Jersey Press Association.
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