Altered Granite

A polished stone Pink and green Like unakite But born from fantasy Sits on the floor Of a kitchen cluttered By an ugly table, two unrelated chairs A man appears unexpectedly Crouched upon the table Rain coat spread out like bat wings He jumps He pounces Upon the huge, fake stone And is seen outside

They roll together as unlikely twins Downhill

The man rests In a headshot Vinegar and baking soda Foaming from behind his head But then over his face Making him a human volcano Blissed out and smiling Whites of the eyes not looking

A three year old boy in a suit Stands as eyewitness while

A handheld CB radio

Asks that he respond

But the boy does not

And the clock nailed into his back Ticks

And ticks And ticks