The man with the squid

Has been abandoned

In the second house in

From the egg.

 

The egg that hovers

12 feet above the ground

And casts an agonizing light

On the dim soul of the two bit psychic.

 

Though perhaps, it’s he

Who won’t leave it alone.

 

The pilot light does its best to push against the sun

But, try as it might,

The night will eventually come to an end.

 

The checks and balances of life;

I’m sorry, Mr. Peacock but

there is no escaping the great exchange.