Thanks to the drone
Of the afternoon's football
Sleep has taken him
Replaced his curious face
With a look of utter
Gormlessness
His neck has broken
And sent his head
Sliding off down his chest
It is as if he is admiring
An invisible necklace
I've watched the deforestation
Of his head, worrying my own
Watched the furrowing brow
The crows press in their feet
His feet twitch
He obviously dreams
Of his electrocution
His complete failure at fixing
The washing machine
His punishment for poorly carving
The lemon roast chicken
My eyes eat him up
He is infinitely more interesting
Than this afternoon's football
