it is noon.

Tonight I will share my secrets with you.

Connecting dots, one way roads,

Collars on her shirts, and polish

On her nails. There is something

For you under the kitchen sink.

Clap your hands, touch your toes,

Under my nose. You can open

The door, under the sea water faucet.

Take everything that was  mine.

Pie for Dinner, smokes for breakfast.

The front door will not close.