Things Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

I cannot even see
what they have become of thee
a scare's for a crow and shoes are for a show
and things there are that must go on

I cannot even hear
if things have come too near
a populated crown and a single drown
looking for a straw

I cannot even blink
for things that make me think
of what the four lettered f you think
that you are doing

I haven't got a single clue
if it's me or you
subject object or apposition