aDarkerMind

A Pick Me Up

a pick me up

to drop at will the cutlary and beef

the long haul home

to the safe-house in a vase

where each glass eye

stares through buttered fingers

dares another wish to decompose

to listen in

to master art and craft 

not knowing what comes next

a chicken or a spoon

or a dogs ear selling raindrops

there behind a canopy

of saturated stars

salami in a bucket

playing hide-and-seek 

peek-a-boo

now all the kings and horses

circle round the ice-box

sucking thumbs for Briar Rose

who\'s heart belts out a Valentine

for the sulking mouths

of plastic ducks with elephants and skin

safe in the arms

of artexed walls

padded and secure;