Another Dimension Poem by Charles Fisher

Have you ever lost something out of your hand,
Clean out of your bloody hand? One breath it was there
The next, gone, vanished, banco; the stupid thing
Spirited away suddenly into thin air

Then for God's sake help me now. This is where I probe the obscene
Green corners where no white man has ever been.
Fluff, pennies, cheese. An egg-cup. Go on smile.
You crawl about the blasted floor awhile.
I'm beaten. Useless. I refuse to climb
To scour that bone-bare shelf for the fiftieth time.
It's gone, that's all. Jove strike with his great bolt
And burn the festering thing from its hidy-holt!

Not far. It can't be far. I was holding it there
When PING it vanished, vanished suddenly into thin air...