Spun deep
Like yarn
On a spindle
Textile feeling
The rough
Of the wool
Fibers connecting
All that is left
And wheels driving
Out the last breath
Empty becomes
Shoddy resolutions
Fervent scrambling
To find
What’s not lost
Under the bed
In a messy apartment
Hide all the butts,
Gin Dizzy,
Cover the holes
Casey's Shadow Cat Imaginarium 