TEAPOT
below
everybody’s radar
a fabulous world
bunkering
at the bottom
of your
white rabbit hole
and
after a divinity of
fine tea in the
arms of such company
time to reset
boot up
swipe
delete any virus
inconvenient program
waiting for
the bus of old age
who on Earth is
going to believe your story
the jury out
on whether the bus has
been missed, is late,
can
be said to exist
that debate
still raging, if ever
so quietly,
the luxury of it all
every tea set fully furnished,
expertly laundered
no future as monolithic
on the horizon, on
any horizon, as that
presents us as star child
not wishing to moonshine you
Cheshire Cat or Caterpillar you
you my dear girl
captured in this selfie
under the hat you
borrowed from
that mad
fellow
nothing in your sharp mind
going to change the heavy
metals in
his system to
gold
who single-
handedly threw
tea pot into unknown
postal district
this saucer into whole
new big bang aggrendisment
lurking in
galaxy not up
to us
to speak about
poems 2 die for 