Barry Spacks
Little Guy

This little guy? He occupies my mind
horizon to horizon.

Sometimes, plumped up so large,
there's either room for him, or the universe.

Shortly he'll shrink again, of course,
but he loves puffing up, this little guy,

a whiffy cloud that has no doubt
it's meant to consume the total sky.

Plus even creature-sized, who'd trust
he won't surge out of scale again?

I'll think I've smashed him good (ka-Boom)
with the iron skillet of my will

but he's bouncing back, Daruma doll,
Munchkin-balloon at the Macy's Parade,

magic mushroom, hurricane,
what in the world can we ever do

to cease you,
little guy?