form is a danger
a danger even dogs of my reason are afraid of
pain flows time flows you flow
thru me
but not the form
it sits there
numb and vile
like the concrete electrical pole
doomed in the old orchard
of my grandma
death
is so yellow
and no black

come on in
the coffee has been steaming in the union jack cup
for a while

take of your coat
the cookies (can you smell them?) are
ready

sit down
I shall lay my best hand-made napkin
on your knees

open the book
at the page where he never leaves again
and read it
to me