Tuesday, April 8, 2014

#25 in year 59


“The room spins…”

Many muddy moons ago
I rained in innie-outie space; I
Needed help from loony spoons, who
Duly dabbed with silver grace the
All-too-knowing eye; I
Laughed my ear- and nose-hairs out
Then flew off to a crazy place where
Every musical, musing moose
Regaled me till my limbs were loose—
In fact they fell right off.
Now I’m not sure where I’ve
Gone, but I’m swimming through a watery trough.

1 comment:

laura grace weldon said...

OOOH, I really like this. Felt a little tippy just reading it.