Snapshot, your ghost was seen
about to move a bowl of ice cream
to the kitten, who cried.
Lost pencil draws deep in the chair,
a gat too small to hide anywhere.
After the armies dissolved into air,
no amnesty for a cancelled spy
but you cleaned up nice.
The movie reveals epaulets,
late in the day, a gold corvette.
My plan too. The bestest ornament
your truth, for coaxing a bright
canary inside.
This mine has many mansions,
out comes the body on a stanchion.
Unhinged as the seat you sat on
I could contend
for your love, but was this or that,
a Sunday hat. I heard you tried