Have One

Back when my doctor was a dinosaur
Several green girls had a party
It was about numbers who were horses
And they rode those horses into money

I had some money once but it fell in love
And left my stories for another’s traces
Now I collect ways to collect things
And write dead to ghosts who love barking

You can hear the moon, articulately
Sounding modest, arguing with some dust
There’s a gun in every single mouse
Pull the trigger and policemen turn to clowns

In the darkness, stars fish for eyes.
Why these long shadows of laughing forks?
All these hairs and the six tricky little bones
I happen to have one right here inside my tongue