Still Lost: The Found Memo Poem by johnny case

Lambs in limbo kneel before a graze.
I place your curtsy at stone eyestops.
menace
Sliding with amorphous sheen
Where near whose marina your calls
Hear their absence
in the seafarer's ear...
Firearms on lease have hired sitters
For their empty arsenals.
nicotine invades
plastered hallways,
Bastions of alabastard invalids who
grind your
Wings in mesmerized footslippers
Coaxing escape into an imaginetic field,
its daisies
Drawn by magnets taking art lessons.
the smile
Of the crazed slips from my lips.