Locks and Keypads

To again fish from the holes
in my living room floor! To
the worm, my deepest apology.
I thread the hook; this was
no cartoon. What we did was not
for children. Ghost-like, pale
tall, and mute. I don't know what
I read but the locks and keypads
on the bedroom felt wrong. The
way he ate prawns one by stinking
one. Smells of meat and death. Come
by and take one here. Come buy.
The sheep made from a popcorn ball.
The two riders on horses coming to
take him away. You don't know a lion
with a scorpion companion. You are a
lockpick set and I was scalpel and physician.