toy illusions

You know

Where there’s a lining,

A stitch,

A staple,

There’s me

A cheap cloth rag

With a ugly face

And a rat tail

(those went out of style

Years ago)

And that little nip

A neurotic, illusive

Drug that stray cat

Enduresss,

Through his poressss,

On his own,

Making his mind cuff

A wilderness package

A white puff with a

Skidmark head,

Stretches his claws out to me

As I’m alone and dead

A small addiction

An 88¢ scandal

I’m pushed up against the handel

And flying in this wild ride

In the jungle with Edgar

Where he’s the White Tiger

And I’m a big,

Yet little,

(compared to him)

Bug

In this illusion…