frrrrimLoss

Toilet bowl blues,
beauty shoes,
excuse my use

of ill-famed
widely read
but little known

word abuse.

Like a witch doctor but unaccustomed
to this, um,

un-universe

so naturally un-ly
yours
mine
theirs

and upstairs.

Not like we knew
to place or nothing
from something's other

than death's mother,

a pearly hue that you loose
and choose your news
by the rhythm of your proper.

We're all somewhere,
but unfortunately
that's somewhere else.