At Midnight Down by the Docks

Four days

since the needles

inside the man's lungs

pierced his chest lining entirely

like tiny anemones.

This released a hurricane.

His skeleton

has become

a brittle leaf

after the whole house burned down

in a frontpage fire.


But after all, his feet are

merely huge elephants, nearly extinct.


Upon a bed of overwork, he wears

an underpaid sweater

because the heat has been turned off

by

millionaire hyenas.


However, there is a

banana on his table that

also serves as his well-being.


The typewriter sprouted

wings and ordered him to sing

a song about a beautiful woman.



Tomorrow, more bad weather

followed by a cardiac arrest,

as the police arrive,

wearing human leather.