End the suffering
of our potato-head hero
Button eyes & witless smile
Earthworm's dim mind                  
                                          ­­        

Your multitude
is my one
Unique cloud      
Which I adore                                
   I get obsessed                
   with an idea of
    a single dime    
And when it's over
I drop, and fall down                      
                                      ­­                          

I miss these days.
Would play the game again
with the straying dog
off the leash.                                      
The clouds pass the moon              
Through may's nightair.