Dots

i was in your room at noon

disguised as a frog with dots

like a gecko which hops

i left my drawing book at the airport in Russia.

i suspect the little boy with hair that was white.

i know he took it.

i know he saw my drawings.

i can feel his led scrape against Felipe's head

my middle school teacher knew your mother

they decided that i should lose my marbles in Texas,

mid-September

at 8 pm,

central time.

but i personally find time a man-made-fallacy

an adult's decor fantasy

so jokes on them

ill keep all the marbles i can carry