Unlikely, to put right the prickly plans of accomplices from years ago.
To confiscate his wife's purple garters in the elevator full of hammocks
and lettuce heads.
To unite and compare horsehairs.
False trappings and remarkable litters sent crashing through
new, but immediately condemned masonry
in a slew of modified elevator cars.
The cursed moth-eaten relatives of the Tiger King
marched through the plaza
and into a giant rubber ball to tumbledown the clifftop.
A flash of sunlight on beach shells.
"Who's guard dog is this?"
A chorus of sawhorses in dreamed rooms.
Camels with shredded wings,
skin and cotton padding humps
covered with emollient-dipped dropcloths.
Fed up with the ill-mannered and spoiled,
To strike down the nightly electrocutions,
the Bobcat flying away on a garbage can lid.
White hairs, grey hairs
the way he always liked them.
Pyramid of paper horns.
The folding chair carved from a single palm tree.
Oh, to pick one's teeth underwater...
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