Thumbtack

Take a light bulb from the closet
And replace the one above the faucet scrape
The whisker from my face nick my lip in pointless haste
Take a magic marker black darken a spot on the map of a county on the coast
Where I was born out of a ghost
Underneath the ceiling fan contemplate a master plan
Breathe a sigh of recognition for a childhood superstition
Push a thumbtack in the wall pierce the picture I did draw
It's a graphic portrait from my you this hurts my heart this forced review