oh my how the tables have turned
as the rows and columns exchange
places column column column your boat
gently
down the
streamliner
as the behindthewindowview fuses in one
the rails leaving trails of spleen
remove the cells
remove the columns and rows
recalculate
a city so quiet so pretty
a sleeping baby fondling the bedsheet
minutes before the end
but have you ever
have you ever noticed
when someone -
quietly -
pulls the tablecloth
and plates fall down
I have only one request left: instead
of rolling your eyes roll a
die