The Wise Fat Vet Falls Over Perhaps.

Between six and nine
he reads Saint Einstein
disputes bitterly with his butler
the supposed straightness
of any straight line
Claims to be He
the long lost cousin of
The Lone Ranger, ghostwriter
to Mister Sherlock Homes, inspiration
behind Cutlers songs behind Milligans poems
Maintains, that he is the fresh green rain
that drenches wet the limp
geography, that soaks soundlessly
the ancient monument built there
invisibly, upon the creators hot soup
And the stories we make up
in order to mask us
finally measure us
FIVE OF THE PEOPLE READING THIS ARE AFRAID OF FIFTIES FORMICA FURNITURE
OF WET STRING OF BING'S CHRISTMAS THING