The Eagle Has Landed
By Anita S
Standing on the edge of an eighteen-floor building, I look down.
A Nike banner on the opposite building smirks, "Just do it".
I ponder my position And laugh like Mad.
I spit a droplet of frothy saliva and watch it sail down passing a window eighteen times before splattering on the sidewalk scattering everywhere. Running away Mutilated, Dissipating drunkenly. I laugh like Mad.
Should I take the right foot or the left foot first Into never never land?
I decide to plunge into the fifth dimension with A breathtaking somersault done with my head. My decision makes me laugh like Mad.