AFTER LEMINSKI

My cut-off head

Thrown in your window

Moon-lit night

Window open

Hits the wall

Loses some teeth

Falls to the bed

Heavy with thought

Maybe it’s scary

Maybe you’ll blink

Seeing by moon

The color of my eyes

Maybe you’ll think

It’s just your alarm clock

On the nightstand

Not to scare you

Only to ask kindlier treatment

For my sudden head

Departed