Sure, We Need ID

the wind as passerby

wood turn the pages

of the sky o’er Alf

hard by a hydrant,

what time his watch,

a wind-up dolor

as an organ grinder

monkeys with accord,

who, in fact, re-reads

the selfsame self-help

upside-down without

a monocle, but capped;

‘tho Alf, I wonder why,

takes no note all that,

the litter in pursuit

of bicyclists who lost

their signals by the bell,

while Alf less hapless

winks, as each agree

halfway in the path,

to stuff of pockets of

admissive tickets

to exhibit noon

till three or four

in queue museum,

Nov. 1:13,

wherein ‘Found Art,

& BYO ‘tho’

as it is A.M…