The Line Poem by Thomas Case

I keep searching
for the line,
a line that
straightens my
posture,
unsnarls my
eyebrows, and gives
the bathroom mirror
a better
reflection.

I keep searching
for a line that
stops the midgets
from crying,
that heals the
lame dog's leg,
and slows the
ticking clock.

I keep searching
for the line, one
that gets me
laid by the librarian;
that takes the eagle from
the city; gives the
whores hope and the
hobos a home.

I keep searching
for the line...