Rare cases of people finding the mat under the key
Other than cops, robbers, pet dogs and Huck Finn
Include the guy with a tall beard sitting on the bin, as I write
This piece which you won’t publish but I want you to read,
In the northern corner of my kitchen which opens up
To a massive field of green ringed by trees like castle ramparts.
“Thank you for your reluctant but kind hospitality”, said he
With a twinkle in his eye and tossed the empty Carlsberg up
Which turned to a mini carousel playing Always on My Mind
As it floated through the sky below the ceiling of my kitchen
Before exiting the window and zooming away to some heaven.
“Cheap trick”, I said and took out a drink for myself from the fridge.
The can in my hand became a live rabbit and demolished a carrot
Before I could say Orangehead, jumped through the closed door
Became a Space-EXXX (I saw his digitized face) and flew off.
The little fella’s beard kept swooshing around as he laughed and coughed.
“Let me tell you, young man” while I brushed imagined fibre back from my pate
“Anything can become anything if you can tempt the fates.
Sunrises in the west and horses talking stocks to unicorns wearing socks
Are par for the course while graying hounds go drinking with wild boars.
Lapp deer play accordions with huskies jamming Reinhardt in summer cafes
By frozen shores where retired walruses surf Breitbart”.
Then he belched, winked and was gone in a blink.
Kaustuv Ghosh writes in The Poetry Palace, Story Hall and The Creative Cafe on Medium. His work has been published in the Singapore Poetry blog and accepted in Versification Zine. Kaustuv is a technologist otherwise and lives in Singapore. Follow him on Twitter @writerbytheriv2.
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