Man o’ Manischewitz
There’s a man, thinks he’s invisible
but he’s not; he’s just blind.
Not a beggar, not a tramp, either.
He lives under the railroad trestle.
And by night he stores his right eye
in his pocket, slips it back into its
socket by day. Gets a kick out of
telling people it’s a pingpong ball.
I sees it all, he says,
it’s prophecy, it’s a gift.
He cleans that eyeball in drink, prefers
Manischewitz, cleans his teeth in it too,
and then drinks it all down. A single gulp.
Barely a month goes by when he doesn’t gulp
down his eyeball. But he just waits it out.
This weeks Sunday Whirl words: barely, beg, invisible,
drink, slip, pocket,
text, eyes, prophecy, store, clean, kicks
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