the gimlette

the meekling gimlette

peers through a crevice

b'tween cellar door

and kitchen floor.

potato-dirty and tuber-ugly

too, it tries to fix a gimlet eye

on yourn eyne

to break your concentration

with its grummy little fists.

the gimlette wants out.

just blot it out with a rug

because it will fog up your house with questions;

it will filth up the couches of your mind.

geekling gimlette stays

in its stinking meekling grotto

with its weirdo face

nursing a grim grinlette.