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.