missing hats

sadless shapes fixed set down
washing with a britches pun
louding for a quick wrong
tables cry the sun's at bay
the onions ate at tea rise
shadowing tongs embittered trees
eating a table sat behind me
the writing was wrong but the books taste right
left with a bit of sausage and cream
none of the crackers and sauce
they get soda bad
isotopes bringing them down
dancing with a plate of peas
saucer sausage an ounce of cheese
another tequila sunrise
understanding got misplaced
under the alcove i guess
they were hungry and the grass wouldn't do
neither would the glass, and they were at fault
don't know why, just their luck
only fault lines, the volcano grew
lava malcontent
books grew like ashes, ent no good
others grew from holes, half potted, half potty
it's how the derelicts grow, have it with fries
they grow from shelters
open the door, they have cigars, they'll buy you a round
live in a topiary with a dish of soap
the soup was burning so they put it out
rabbit a dish of sauerkraut
one dish warm the other high
mystified
nose bent, belt off, shirt cold
ketchup with an odd of eyes
don't know what's next of wise
define nonsense! they demand
shadows skulk in early morn
they don't know the eyes aren't
shades don't dream, they draw
no one is what they say they was

denis streeter   10/31/17