Call Me

 

I’d decided

To go through

A shakuhachi phase,

Purchased a plastic 

Rendition 

Of the instrument.

In the same message

She told me

That the words 

Plastic shakuhachi

Made her happy,

That her bum 

Was getting chubby,

That everything 

Was slipping away.

I told her,

When things 

We’re slipping,

To call me,

To chant

Chubby bum, chubby bum, plastic shakuhachi

Chubby bum, chubby bum, plastic shakuhachi,

And I would come.

But she didn’t call,

And everything slipped away,

Slipped away,

Like

My shakuhachi 

Phase.

Parkstreet

Ko-Fi