[Doseone]
I am the wizard, the (hush) awkward hawk-eyed wizard
Whose melancholy state of stubborn shows him the hard place
Up close and conjures a lucid quandary
The dreamiest paranoia
Where's the rock, the rock, I wanna fix the rock
Talk it into being my pal
Better yet, my indolent solid-stood apprentice
But thanks, but no thanks but, there is no rock
Just me,
in my gloomy hand-carved hard place
No student, no new chew toy for my bootleg
Hug and kiss to tear into ribbons
Worst of all, all my fuss and careful obsessing
Frivolous
It gets painted over with lacking and stuffed grotesque missing
Now fruitless
I set meticulously sharpened traps for bugs
With ferocious little mechanized insect-crippling jaws
And throw away my junior wizard cap and wand
These pupils will be thinner and hopefully
Cephalopods











