Lay down on the floor
and wondered, is this as low as
I can go. Then, I
took a hit or two cause
it cannot get any worse.

A whispered glory;
the moon sets in summer while we sleep.
No theatre, no painting the skies
with an explosion of polychromatic pomp.
I aspire to be more moon than sun;
that companions shine in my company,
a benign influence
and relish phases dipped in shadow.

The rain wont come
The thirst all consuming.
Like the Earth’s jaw,
Crushing pressure
Bears down
From memories
Of sweet waters.

Killjoy left his mark
      On the sycamore tree;
      No doubt that he
Took special bits of bark

And not just some loose
       Pieces.  When I first espied
       It, I relied
On my friend, Caboose,

To bring me back to
       My senses, which he
       Did effectively.
Since then, I am to

Visit regularly
       The family doctor.
       Now, the able proctor
At the asylum duly

Requires of me certain
        Tasks that I must
        Perform in just
The correct form, to pertain

With his strict standards; ---
        But funny, the rabbit,
        He would grab it ---
The clip board --- and Bandards ---
  
The doctor --- he goes berserk!
        So I quit everything.
        Occasionally I bring
Some goodies to my place of work.

You are very neat
And you're cool, and kind, and sweet
The very neatest