Neither Reciprocation Nor Restitution Wanes by Colin James

Neither Reciprocation Nor Restitution Wanes

There is an entity living behind my couch.

Occasionally it will grab a neck hair

freaking out the vacillating stoners.

I went to the local witchdoctor for advice

yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

A premium of shrunken heads

quintessentially lined a back shelf.

I excused myself from any logical involvement,

purchased a bag of pixie dust instead.

Spreading this along the baseboard

of my homogenous domicile,

I suddenly became engulfed in paperwork

floating precipitously ad nauseam.