Enormous earrings are heavying
             my head
bangs are shadowing
             my eyesight

furthermore I’ve forgotten the art of
the gritty rhyme I see colored motes vaguely
not particular stuff
rubber ducks robots and tigery

shopping bags I wish an eyeful
of fresh air filled
not loaded a truffle
or two of profundity’s okay

for a cat or something as for me
a little cloud sun on the mossy fun