Mister Flask

i saw you talking to a gathering, Mister Flask

you were strolling along kinder lake, good sir flask

i saw you i really did

your hair was greying but i think it was yellow

you told them, i heard you, 

"kids, here is why we must all be morose"

i saw them too,

rosy and new

so attentive to your words that they became a procession of one 

leaning here, leaning there

bobbling heads and fiddling fingers 

they walked into the lake with you

so surprising was this sight,

of this group, these strange kids and Mr flask

that a man was seen drop his ice cream

cone by Dubuffet, on the sideline

in his hands a yellow sphere melting

drip, drop

when a blob was heard-

from someone else,

a sound not in this group but of

another place 

you heard it when you stopped speaking

suddenly you became green-

an elusive something 

you felt it at your core, Mr flask

i know it because i saw you, Mr flask

i was touching both your feet

what! 

but how can I do that?

well you see i was standing under the mud of kinder lake,

where you, wading,

took a halt with the blob

where the present place to my feet got stuck

and i standing, where you did stand

leaked unto your core that sublime something

i said i saw you for feelings show true

and it was your skin i did pat

pad, pad

the flat side, that is.

but now you were never quite right there

were you Mr. Flask?

come, now, remember

where were the children? 

could you see them?