Let me tell you about a man I once knew
Bit of a strange one
He used to keep snails in his bedside table
Everyone used to call him the magnesium man
The magnesium man shivered and buttoned his coat against the cold
And he stepped outside…..outside
He smiled as he looked up through the pale winter sunlight
At all the meteor showers
And taking that bag in his hand he turned the key in the door behind him
And headed down the path into the road
If you’re lucky you might see him
Standing on the corner
As he passes by your front window pane
If you’re lucky, you might see him
Down by the old tin mine
Feeding the ducks as the trains go past in the clouds
You might see him, standing in the park late at night
That effervescent glow all around him
Do you want to know what he carries in that bag?
No…..
Words by Mark from “Cactus Farming At The Ends Of The Earth” first published by Miracle Grow 2001.
