The Search

Searching for the eyes odd the woman on the corner pregnant says don’t believe the labels cats can’t be poisoned but rats can’t vomit she throws up her head and laughs too late for Darwin's awarding said something of reward walking on The calling falls on deaf ears so we hear – today likely it’s the eyes that caused it – and the white another comes forward begins a three-legged dance offers nothing to the conversation tailed off The man who demanded of the three-legged dance says – you look like your brother must be our mother’s fault as we grew she fed us on primordial stew man whispers – he who lives next door hates the furry tells wife of the worrying Retracing bends on corners draining darkness waited long enough - torched gloom flashes past the discontent of those hell-bent on paying for anything fast or shiny that discards easily explaining drains gurgling dismay We wait