You left your surname on the chair. How
Will you be walking out?
I think they will laugh. But the sky
Is a can opener.
We should try this foot first. It
Aches like fur and berries.
A romance of psychedelic
Umbrellas. Disheveled looks
Good on you.
You can borrow my shovel.
Let what you
Have lost settle on the stars.
I think they will be angry. The soles
Of
Your ambulant thoughts
Are not stay at home caddies.
