Here’s the toad.  Here’s the edge of the well.  Steeped
leaves, steep water.  Still noctambulist.
Bolt hole.  Bed rock.  Never see, never go
under.  Yes you will.  Shut eye.  Drowse.  Drown.

Cock light.  Burrow.  What’s quick?  What’s mired?  Quilt
crawls.  Flicks.  Licks the dust.  Gulch.  Gully.
Bed fast.  Bed fellow.  Never stir, never
stare.  Yes you will.  Twitch toad.  Rattle bones.

Oh toad.  No kiss, no golden ball.  No one
loves you.  Yes it will.  Quilt’s rucked, rumpled.
Something seethes.  Something shivers.  Jaws unhinge.
Yes you will.  Like stone.  Kick toad.  Leap frog.