A Real Warning

Dear Master
Mysterious
Trying on a coat
Held aloft by bees
In a tree of

Charcoal
In a landscape
Of marching
Plastic toys
That exists

In the mind
Of a blowup doll
Your lease is up
By order of a prophet
Tightrope walking

On a human hair
Balancing on
A spider web
Representing the bridge
Between this world

And the next
You are tended
By the one
With hairy legs
Who frightens

The kids to death
Has the students in
Chemistry class
Stalking the corners
Of their dim rooms

With a fine spray
With mysterious
Latinate ingredients
A skull and crossbones
On the label.