Poem. 

Drawing a blank on his name

Like the page in front of my face.

Blank. Eyes that wander and

Noses that smell roses. The yellow

Man is near the window. He says

Stay. The man in white is knocking

Down my dreams and he is demanding

Work. The old lady down the street

 From me died on Christmas eve.

So make sure every time you see

A black bird to give him a hug.

And don’t forget to throw all

Your love into the wind.

And the rug outside, has my

Dead guts on it. 

Welcome.