Haunting of the Puppet Kind

I was once chased by Kermit and Fozzy Beyond the busy beavers and twittering of death Through my old high school hallways, They with pick-axes, me with Carmella Gonzo’s chicken wife We hid along the traintracks Watched strings guide them Inch by inch To where we crouched As I thought, “When did Kermit turn from […]