He can never stay long
Futureman was back again today.
He had been behind the colours
Picking over wavelengths for chromatic leftovers
Until one of his emergencies.
He was here for cubes this time
Said it was urgent, the cubes kept the plane from decongealing.
Apparently they’re unstable now,
Can’t keep their corners anymore,
Though some of the rhomboids hold up ok.
I wrapped a few in cellophane
Dice, whiskey stones, building blocks
Made the incantation
While he held his third hand’s fingers to his eye
And took them within himself,
With a sound like feathers popping.
Floated out through the lounge room window, saying how
He’d explain more next time