Dunce

In the corner,
one 12-watt bulb, one wire,
one glass.
Slide.
Saunter.
Misstep.

Your life is the dunce cap upon my head.

Go on to the next room if you rather.
I've something to say:
    Dogs dig holes and discover.
    You dig holes to die.

Am I lost?
Words are images, paintings speak to us, what we taste is what we smell, so,
What the fuck is going on?!

Constant itching of flesh and desire.

You wear a hat to cover your greasy smile.
I'm in a dunce cap and I'll be here a while.