a bagpipe masterpiece
on a post-it
brought me to my knees
a man walking by says
what are you looking for in that pile of excrement?
I stop and swipe sweat with a sleeve
say, something I lost. you lost it there?
he says smirk like a billboard.
this jumping-out startle, not to feel it
but recall, third fly on empty wall
that little tongue to wire from it.
no I say I don't know where I lost it
I've never been here before.
all the circuits in the building, that
stage, cauldrons cold for the kitsch.
then why here of all places? he says.
just playing the odds, I say
but he'd walked away.
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