Weird Stuff

I open up my head
and gumbo dances out
green and sticky as frogs
it dances round a while
stickying up whatever it touches
pulling stuff in from the edges
with its whipglue tongue
songs sidle by
whistling one eye on the door
more feet tiptap
than I have legs for
the pan bubbles
and that’s it
too much of this good thing
is notnotnot enough

                   Jan Dean

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