Rounded phantasms
With shredded cheese smiles.
What would you like and where
Says the voice from the corner.
I listen intently
But my ears are sewn up.
It sounds like hamburger meat.
A house
Near my house’s street
Was burgled
Last week,
And I wasn’t in the county.
I found a hand saw
And went to work
On my tree house.
Colored with sauerkraut
And bleeding childhood,
I took it apart.
And built a fake airplane
To sit in
And eat tomato soup.