CXV(a)
Les Met Alphonse, Hortense And Pamplemousse In My Accountant’s Office With A Vampire
This woman
pen in hand sky-
colored from Asian an
Hippopotamus not her not
a sneezing giraffe
not at the end of
the walkway
rain soaked hat
licorice quinine winding
around the chef’s
soup ladle around
the hot
lamps a snake
or sour plums Most
importantly
God looks out
an open window a sour
plum Spain
in flames
on the school bus tied
to a tree looking out
the eye piece stopping
in the road to
eat a cupcake Carry
a cupcake around
over your head
champion the ringleader
the bullfighter Mexico
Grubber I can’t even
spell your filthy name
the name a cow sings
A hurler or 3X
the humidity and up
and dies on us
in the aisle
at the awards ceremony
The chemist
a vowel a nosegay in his
buttonhole He and I
we liked
to see the sparks
before the rocket
backfired flames
melting even our
nametags eyebrows
It didn’t bother us
So the Earl of Sandwich
his fingers a small
seamstress at night
a worn down
and sour plum spacing
as God looks dreamily
through the window
and full Police cars
or screaming and Israel
diseased hugging close
disaffected elephants
sniffing Bills flutter
in the fireplace or the singer
lined up to hear me sing
A baby crying or in a desert
an end to villainy
The lunge Leslie
Albert
on the cliff nothing useful
but Joe begins litigation
as the moon
wakes up happy knows
Or a bank manager or
stock broker lists the
books settles
cures and I’m stuffing
a pig with
sunlight on the porch
In the light
reading
the kitchen inventory
At least until the sutures
the sultan I’m walking
out of the gas
station
as the rats smash bottles
against the moon
Thimbles in equations wait
their turn stop
and all my electronic
football shuts down in silence
A dead fly
In both their hair
Damn these fury
angels whose checkbooks
wage ineffectively
as vowels
as Ma Rainey the queen
embark
Hawaii
What else squarely
studying where paradise
is on my shoes and
lights up certainly
bad guy a hulkish
one limping
and sideways Stretching
a walk like a day-long
nap out The cheese
plate flying all I have
are yogurts raisins a twist
in the road and she
My airplane sings its
brand identity draws
out the lawyer
eats most of my breath
but our airline flying
in the blood
in the red and iron
But which is the gay bar
or the saturnian rings
where a sauntering bristle shirt
pregnant or already given birth
feminists look up
out of cars or the desert
where white blood cells
My accountant’s office
a Jewish man with no legs
only a fish tail
and he showed me
the way
Ten or so decibels
ten vacuum cleaners
you see South America’s
pack animals
and so fraülein a bathtub
disproves all my banknotes
at Madame Coot’s Who
lied about the dodo
The mannequin in a
pissing contest with an ant
while the payoff came in
by bird traffic
or iron ore in pigs
have you farted
I created
a television for the blind
my blood singing going down
tumbling a fat lip trembling
confusion like a fire drill
the deer the antlers the buck
where the fence collapsed or
next week the Queen
taxes thieves or communism
The President already took
down the gauntlet
wax wings and in the desert
the plasterer has dust in his eye
Leaves the desert signs on
with the merchant marines
as the boat
the desert
Where Pythagoras meets Bermuda
currency is not available
I lean my shoulder
to tip the boat to Spain
and anyway wind
or pendulum
and are we less together
as divers