If it’s the little things
Sticking in the pine of experience,
Our world’s a house always
About to fall apart.
So much for love. The cat’s locked out
And British ships sail into the sun.
Wait, the land masses are bobbing
Like lures to higher intelligence.
Just give us the news. We’ll keep
Sightings and play on them. What’s
The opposite of claustrophobia?
Camping!