fetching into me with rubber flesh
again like you dropped a button
down a drain my somewhere
is
elsewhere while the moon stares
mouth an “oh” wishing it were not
an
omnipresent heavenly body
don’t we all from time to time
it wears off pills
on a jumper
the chafings from a rubber blown
across a page comes clear
the picture you always had in mind
My somewhere is lost. It must be with yours.
ReplyDeleteMost likely in the lint filter Clark.
ReplyDeleteswallow those jumper pills
ReplyDeleteyll make a fur ball yet