Lio by Mark Tatulli for August 23, 2008

I shot a rocket in the air The place it lands I know not where. The next day, with rage profound The man it fell on came around.

And now I do not greatly care To shoot more rockets in the air.

I wonder how Lio feels about living in a pond and catching flies with his tongue.

Jester,

If Lio could be some hybrid frog-boy, he’d love it! (I wonder if Eva Rose would kiss him and turn him back to “normal” just for spite, though…)