why tambourines & safety nets,
to do t’ai chi on trampolines
with sailors, their wrinkled whites
reflect the lights, if that’s all right
there was a moon, in Cameroon —
or was it nearer Mozambique —
Oh, what’s the use, let’s Timbuktu
always a sale on in Taiwan,
coupons & clippers & Ceylon,
‘tho it’s wrong, I’ll worry o’er the celeries,
& stir the rice, I’m sure that’s right,
O bother me, there’s Swiss chard there
above the bowls from Annam
& it’s diced everso slowly
when you choose it over
julienn’d, & Suzie’s
refusing her hand, she is,
& does that clatter & tines
on the table set just right,
so don’t mind the processor then
for the silence & the absent interact
to a proffered predilect,
‘tho to slice it radii’d as every
apple, oranger berry I’ve
so a pencil lay in air, &
a doodle & a pony limp along
pride come
‘ everafter ‘
like the cubs,
( those’r cats
& the shoes’r
fit enough
the hills of
ankara
and kush )
the belfries
& potteries
at handset,
( & that’s that )
beyond that
woodbeam, mars
ayaladn 