Neither Reciprocation Nor Restitution Wanes by Colin James

This way to the pixie dust. Peter Pan outside The World of Vintage T-Shirts, Melrose Avenue Los Angeles, California by Lorie Shaull from Flickr

There is an entity living behind my couch.
Occasionally it will grab a neck hair
freaking out the vascalting stoners.
I went to the local witchdoctor for advice
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
A premium of shrunken heads
quintessentially lined a back shelf.
I excused myself from any logical involvement,
purchased a bag of pixie dust instead.
Spreading this along the baseboard
of my homogenous domicile,
I suddenly became engulfed in paperwork
floating precipiteously ad nauseam.