Sinking in bed, Can’t quite find the floor And my right foot’s Still covered sheet, With lonely, “lefty,” Somewhere south a star.
I’d swallowed my tooth, Earlier, an added topping, And down went the slice – To ever remember the, “CRUNCH!” of pepperoni, so Reminded, a right hook’s sting.
And she’d left the ice bucket Atop counter, The tenth time this week, But I’d only smelled her, “note,” The last I guessed And the last it ever’d be.