But first I need to collect my thoughts.
May I borrow that Etruscan vase?
And what about the boxcars sitting on the siding?
Any plans for those?
It doesn't take much to tamp down a symmetric shape
the moon peering over your left shoulder
excusing itself momentarily
for the latest global positioning junket.
The scrambled eggs do look good
but I think I'll go with the gruel.
I want to walk in someone else's stomach for a day or two.
Can you point me in the direction of a colonoscopy?
I think I've told you that along the way
I'd like to pick up a new philosophy of the commonplace.
Take that broom for instance.
Does it really think we have no idea of what it's been up to?
Making those ridiculous generalizations?
Harboring resentment to the point of fraying?
Why don't we rent a little bungalow on the water this summer
where each midday we can crayon in our missing persons?
