groucho marx

i finally made it back to earth

i’d been sleeping in your hair

my heart filled with roses

my legs folded under the table

scribbling down the loose

thoughts gathered at the corners

of my face

a twig sticking out of my ear

digging deeper i found a nest

and a bowl of sparrow eggs

and a bird the color of butter

eating a loaf of bread

going on and on about 

gorgonzola

i couldn’t stop crying

yet i did finally

and proceeded to build

a gigantic fortress out of

old tires and japanese wigs

i’d sleep there in the winter

after you’d moved to chicago

occasionally