you should lay off the cheese before sleeping
especially those blue-veined savages
which rustle when you hold them to your ear
then sing a little song about decay
& elopement by elephant at night
below the endless stellar procession
I find that when I’m rocking on my porch
singing something simple to the banjo
which keeps reminding me of Sappho &
a one-legged duck swerving past the trout
& those guest beers that outstayed their welcome
it’s easy to forget the source & spring
you know who I mean – she looks a lot like
that one who wasn’t in the sugarbabes