Friend to People


Eyes akimbo nothing
cloistering outside in­­
grey mind hulking holding
not black eyes but moonless
more staring wordlife into
other mind’s tinsel ear:
“Perfect ulcer is us.
Ben, I have three fingers,
in practice, in trust,
debunked? I can be the way
without scope.”
Rubber unpatriarch? complete agent?
“You mean telepath? girl,
tell me, who is my voice actor?”