Having had his underpants, the Christ-child

Lined up behind the quail eggs on the promenade. (one choir member stopped dancing)

Long snakes, jugglers, the sacraments (how come these)

Floated past. Their batons raised, the riot police danced with the cabbies

And my old mink coat vaporized in the morning light. (how come after every meal with coffee)

Who could make sense of it all? Two teeth, (lighting up the frying pan)

Like those a hound sinks into a rose bush upon returning from a pleasure cruise,

Were growing in Penelope’s mouth. No one noticed or cared,

Fixing their eyes instead on the miner’s florid smile. (puh-lease don’t make)

He’d eaten a boiled train wreck. (I give you the world’s smallest bonsai)

Where did the angel learn to play the violin? Tomfoolery (dese melons stinks)

Seizes the fish in the quarry. The water is near freezing (lights and diamonds)

Like an asteroid near the broom closet. (Never owned such a splendid rice-paddy worker’s hat)

The queen is in the refrigerator, the farmer can’t stop laughing. (*)