Sleepy Steve
Steve,
are you awake?
Steve!
It's almost half-past eight
Wake
up, there's work to do
I'm
baking a cake at quarter-past two
He
always does this
Acts
like he's dead
Eyes
wide shut
Tilted
back head
Rotten
smell
Skin
all blue
Not
moved much since 2002
Don't
worry, he's not really deceased
He
lives in my head with John & Patrice
We
all reside here in Timbuktoo
A
crazy old place with plenty loose screws
Anyway,
its just a vignette
A
short story for your paper to vet
"A
widow's tale," that's what it's called?
If
interested, we'll give you a call
They
won't ring, they never do
Been
counting the lines on Steve's tattoo
You
see that tale wasn't all fiction
Cause
of death: vasoconstriction
