Fiction

Fiction

A Poem by Alfred Kukitz
"

a story of his own

"

Fiction

He would laugh all his days
Try to catch the imaginary butterfly in his hands
Feel the itch of fiction roll along the backside
Swear himself off reality with middle finger
saluting the air
Now his breath was fiction
Family only a story book away.

© 2016 Alfred Kukitz


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Thanks Sami!

Your encouragement is endemic!

Regards,
Al

Posted 9 Years Ago


Wow. What a powerful story with memorable lines to quote and cherish. I see the constant battle in our minds between fiction and reality, life and death, inhaling things and exhaling things. I felt the sadness of this man with the unfortunate outcomes. You are a real poet...:)...............

Posted 9 Years Ago


Thanks Jacob!

I'm seeing a gal with MS, making believe she is my daughter. What a joyous time!

Regards,
Al

Posted 9 Years Ago


the life we imagine and pretend, fiction.

the life we actually have....non-fiction...

wonderfully deep short piece, Al.

Posted 9 Years Ago



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Alfred Kukitz
Alfred Kukitz

Deering, NH



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