Sappy with sight
They get stuck to things
Come unstuck in socket
And rotate around the head
As one walks into paths, roads
No time to watch yourself
They get stuck to things:
Umbrellas moss gridded walls
shaggy Leaves wet rags glossy park
benches anything really
That takes their fancy they
Find amusing brightdark horrible mildly
Engaging o look a purpleblue finger
Of budlia, o look a hot pink shoe
The eye leapfrogs through its witness
