The Eagle and me.

art, dreams, poetry, prose, strangeness, stream of consciousness, surrealism, unusual

I CATCH THE CREVICE WITH MY RIGHT HAND FINGERS – and swing out, over the abyss – only the accompaning squeal of an eagle distracts me from the hilarious height. And he has other problems.

Published by Tony Chapman

poet, songwriter, performer, visual artist.

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