…

~

yesterthen’s scribbles

went elsewhere

like your uncle after

~

the operation went wrong

since is not a song

or even in key

~

croaks the morning pheasant

& big bo peep

– little’s older sister

~

retracing steps

the sort that fingers make

is fruitless indeed

~

like a greengrocer

that only sells veg

so even no tomatoes

~

oh, where art thou?

huffs the pen – like a cow

herd in an unhaunted farmhouse

~

darker than before

it’s not in your notepads

or stuffed in your desk drawers

~

sputum & dust then

another lost poem

missing – presumed immortal

…