Saturday, August 6, 2016


The Ear Shelf

I'm always looking out for them
Nasty stepping on them with bare feet
They peristaltically crawl
To the edge and over
Hit the floor and bounce
They hear me coming
But they can't get far
I catch them easily enough
But where do they come from?

Once I left for a week

Oh my God
Organs of perception all over the house
Not just ears on the floor
Eyes in the sink
Sofa crawling with noses
The butcher block a sea of tongue

Could be a lot worse

My sister had to shovel
A quarter ton of spleens
From her sun room
I met a guy
His entire house was buried in intestines
Used ones

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