Burn your books, Mamadook

You blew it

last chance of domesticity

Blew it

Wrapped a snake around your neck

paycheck

is on the way

stay put

closed doors

and soot

under the nails

On a ferry

in a hurry

to reach Ithaca

but underneath the furry mink

and sparkling lint

you stay

unnoticed but away

from everything you knew and loved

the paved road to normalcy

popcorn nights

TV screen

cozying

heated blankets

are gone

ice-skating in the dark

survival techniques for Nomad dukes

like you