CLEAR THINK

Daisies danced off the walls

Round oak table

Wrinkled table cloth

Queen Victoria frowned at me from the bottle of Bombay Gin

That you and Bob called Clear Think

Wrinkling my nose, I frowned back

My white T-shirt

With a decal of a sleeping man on a donkey

And letters peeling off

Must have been irresistible to your Clear-Thunk mind

One by one

You each pulled the letters off

Each time I asked you to stop

Each time you laughed harder and harder

The daisies ceased their dance

And became a yellow blur

Around the both of you

Who if I stared at long enough

I hoped would disappear