Take a lightbulb from the closet

And replace the one above the faucet

Scrape the whisker from my face

Nick my lip in pointless haste

Take a magic marker black

Darken a spot on the map

Of a county on the coast

Where I was born out of a ghost

Underneath the ceiling fan

Contemplate a master plan

Breathe a sigh of recognition

For a childhood superstition

Push a thumbtack in the wall

Pierce the picture I did draw

It's a graphic portrait from my youth

It hurts my heart this forced review