Faded upside down

is it like hiding behind the scenes to topple over a boat?

Is it just underneath the floorboards or is the idea in my old silver lined pocket coat?

Is it in the old bursts of laughter you and me shared, mommy, it’s like you are here but hiding

Are you underneath my hat or is it time you are biding?

It’s silly, ludicrous, I know to hope—that you’ll be waiting faded upside down—-no bloat.