in the passage we stop
clutching at our crazy thoughts
someone lurks around the corner
looking for the chance to snatch them
from our trembling grasp
and slurp them messily through its teeth
spaghetti my brains
macaroni yours
then spit them back all worthless, sneering
while we glazed eyed nod agreement
to anything it says so
use your strong hand to cover the bowl
and we’ll sort out the confusion later
far from its long and creepy reach