His Butler

from the perspective of the apple's face

I wonder how the butler felt

when he saw his face

as an apple.

the bowler hat does not fit-

but he made it fit.

For him.

And then his face became...

an apple.

Maybe that's what he got

for loving a surrealist.

But better a surrealist

than an idealist

who never confronts reality.

Whose dreams are brighter

than the ones by those who

know what life doesn't hesitate

to give.

"This doesn't actually happen."

I wonder if he regretted it.

I wonder if he wished

he hadn't stood there.

I wonder if he cut off all ties;

maybe he didn't like apples

or bowler hats

or blue skies.

I wonder if he knew that he would

one day become famous,

though no one would know his face

or his name

or why.

Author's Note

this is an extreme rough draft. i would like your opinion on how to make it better, please :)