nibbling away at your sanity
While I wonder about this wall's appearance, then maybe.
It wonders right back about mine.
Against the sky, we stand, you and I.
With hammer and tongs – we can't go wrong.
Full of pepper.
And with a fuse at one end.
Is hefty.
And looks like a potato masher.
Says "Knock-knock."
Then runs over your doorknob.
Give us four stars.
Then turn the key and see what happens.
Walks through my dreams.
Devouring winter.
But transitory.
As is it all.
Whenever it moves, it creaks and then croaks.
Which is what saltwater does for you.
Swings wild.
Breaks the sky into bits.
It's got me by the bulb.
And I'm too young to hang here.
Takes it easy.
Paddling the ceiling of Sharkland.
I'm on one side.
But I can't remember which one.
Talk quietly.
About us? About you?
During a gap.
While winter looked the other way.
