The carpet fades from red to green
From bottom to top in the invisible metropolis
Dignitaries whistle their pitiless speeches
Surgery’s massive reductions
Paul sweeping leaves from his side of the driveway
There is a message to be written on the changing of the season
From carriage to pumpkin, Cinderella had her fun
Small contaminant pieces
But what’s to be done in the aftermath’s gloaming
If X is a chimp under the influence of silence
Today’s tarts are still in the freezer and must be thawed
Feel sorry if you want to, but the sun is shining
The sound of the garbage trucks
Jaws of life
You will pull the pitted incisor
The doorknob, the hinges, let velocity be your guide
And now take a look through the peephole in the floor
An indecency of apes goes about its merry business
A lamp lights the way to the end of the bar
Lawn mower, earthworm, mocking bird stew
Down in the face, the man catches on: this life is fun and no fun
Ha ha! says the wife when she lays out the doormat
Truly, an old woman lived in a shoe
Who is the meaning of this
What is the patter in the young man’s chest
We will make cupcakes
We will surprise our guests with gusto and flashing, miniature cameras and pelvic vibrations
We shall try in vain to arouse torte feasance
Forget the turn signal
A tern is a bird
We no longer need climax
Now we just shimmer
Everyone feel something delightful
Our breath out before us rings with the visible force of revolution
Give us the clamp and the suction to make it
Our culture is thriving to the honking of horns
O thick in the snow
O barely alive
The red carpet pulled up for a green one tomorrow
Chicago New York San Antonio Berkeley Tucson Pittsburgh Price Hill and Paris
The jaws bite down on all of us spinning
Lovely last looks on our faces