Disappeared time.
Lubomír Tomik
Joseph Merrick peered into the backyard of the alleys at dusk,
saw a man in a top hat
and tracks in Carfax,
similar to pudding kisses, laid wonderfully quietly,
laid completely silence,
stunningly laid on a teak,
as a tapeworm of ideas,
eating whispering.
Merrick disappeared.
Like this.
/ followed by an elegant snapping of the fingers /......