sink

Lampwise the spanking took shape in the stink
Thus, trinket-wise, I drew the tiny resemblance of compost
And spied, through the doorcrack, the tongue in the sink
Skate with ducks in a marmalade rink
Simon says: immerse yourself in the memory of roast
Lampwise the spanking took shape in the stink
I scooped up the spent coins with my mouth and winked:
A victim I was to the indelible toast
And spied, through the doorcrack, the tongue in the sink
If fishes were phone lines then bobby-sox would think
That awkward release of the grown-up’s bucket post:
Lampwise the spanking took shape in the stink
But that’s not to say that he advocates pink
over suede, numb to my suit, he peed on the ghost
and spied, through the doorcrack, the tongue in the sink
It took in the shows dressed in jazzercize mink
(The wool blankets tasted of cheese flavoring mostly)
Lampwise the spanking took shape in the stink
And spied, through the doorcrack, the tongue in the sink.

Sink photo by Melissa Lim