The blue man hugs the red man
in an Indonesian embrace
Jealous teeth stare intently
chattering without a trace
From the ceiling hangs the king's crown
a double shadow duet
Microwave reads 0:00
The cabinet lies erect
Footprints pace the walls
A vagabond is restless
Finding fish in the freezer
and guitars that sound fretless
Something's in the pears tonight
I see hallucinations
I look down at my paper,
"Um,
phosphorylation?"
