NaPM April 12 2016

[bedeep]

Like 2

my bones are like paper
your mouth like a lemon
spread wide like the market
where Shem likes to wander
like this: clop clop clop
he plays he's a horse
like he once used to do
when they lived in that house
that was like a museum
like his ma always told him
they must not make messes
like he always did so he'd
play like a horse
and make noise instead
and my bones are like clackers
your mouth like a whistle
like music we rattle
and squeak like small creatures
with nothing in common
but sardines and crackers.