Greetings my porous friend
Time has made Swiss cheese of you
Clouds rough up the sky around here
Curses tumble like boulders down cliffs
The overblown semblance of your face
Rips the air across my skin
Rocks that trawler and its retinue of scruffy birds
Trembling nets and their oozing catch
It’s better that you have gone under
And that this drums for something else
Unknown that is trapped from these realms
Kings with glass eyes and silvery scales
Queens with pouches of ink that prevail
Over tedious talk
Interruptions that destroy your work
No longer a cause of caustic complaint
I paint you here in the infamous locker
For my own amusement and to obfuscate
The location of your chest
Still breathing the fire that curled
The edges of a paranoid state