“Are you alright?”
Time to slither into this corner and drown. There is a trail of snail.
“The flu!” you say.
Let me bathe in this shadow. Prickly.
I’ll pull the hairs from this ball of dust to make separate.
One moment please.
I roll without moving then hold the round knob. Slick with snail.
Turn left here. Move briskly!
Crossing is more fun than thinking.
I gather my things before departing. This holy sun casts long the bounds.
Besides I see… that’s just my death sneaking up on me.
“Oh him?”
Not much of a tasker. If you give up now he’ll leave.
“He smells like black olives!”
That smell just before passing out from holding your breath. You always said romantic things.
Your face morphs between monsters and angels. Who was I?
I like this and that. I’ll find footsteps.
This thing that comes from me escapes briefly and I lost track.
“No, you were!”
Lost again, I’ll settle for this fountain. Gold nuggets disintegrate in the bottom and those smiling faces dissolve into brittle bone.
Typical.
