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 /......