Too Quick To Shoot

a mysterious toad
has jumped into my
life and back out again
quicker than the blink
of old fashioned eyes,
leaving trails of
sleazy slime balls in
in the wake of my early
morning thoughts and
with this juxtapositioning,
find myself unable
to swallow temporarily,
sliding coffee down the
shiny slopes of my utter
amazement and regretful
failure to use my cell.

24Jul14