The grey bubble of a mind in slow decay
shiny slick with rainbow patterns but doomed
convexing them into looming geometries
no one has a nose that big, nor eyebrows!
Quick: apply the sushi flavored band-aid
Once full of words that brimmed out
dictionary + scissors + rage = tatters
matchless before the timesweeping tide
out, broom! we’ll need your services no more, today
Words unspoken clamor about the candleflame.
Grinning now, the teeth have eaten
though food now puddles on the floor
incandescence blazing in the closet
lighting lonely coats and scarves
Have you reset the icebox?
Stomach growls, hungry for novelty
the gut disagrees, bellowing
(the gut of the mind that is)
“no more gumdrops, dewlips, crab cakes!”
If you don’t have enough for everyone, don’t bother