I laid a stick of burning incense
 next to the sink
In an instant it had performed
 a perfect suicide dive
Into the drainhole
 and out of sight
It was all over before
I even realized
What had happened
Ever since it has lurked there
Out of sight and out of reach
Teasing me like
A lost opportunity
Shall I call out the plumber
Probe and grasp
For a sodden monkey's-paw
Of an incense stick
Or risk a fate of Poevian madness
Gone starkly 'round the bend
Driven by the lurking skeleton
That didn't

1/23/2009