The Wild Goose Chase

THE WILD GOOSE CHASE* I accidentally let one loose did you see that thing vamoose? It gave me the slip, did you see? Now that thing is awfully free. I walk on pins and needles, friend. Trying to find, I twist and bend. You ask why I pull up the rug, why I pull out every plug. I raise my hands over my head and flip over each unmade bed. I flip out, scratch, harrumph, grumble, dash around corners, stumble. At night I turn off all the lights, sit in the corner, battle bites. I listen for terrible sounds. My eyes dart round and round and round. Afraid of where that thing will land — on the mountain or in the sand. I feel empty of all this gas. I miss the sound of golden brass and the smog that liquifies eyes, the way your ribbon twists and lies. The putrefaction of butt — the stinker where we blame the mutt! 7/11/2018 Messina’s I accidentally let one loose poetry contest *Wild Goose chase - a wild or absurd search for something To goose - to squeeze a butt cheek