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Is of course well hidden
There you need the razor de verite
To do your bidding
And if the goatee clings
The mower de tres reality de things

Go fetch me a shadow
He would say, one gnarled finger pointing the way
The shadow plucked from the staircase
Placed in an animal skin bag
His crusted lips barely turning up
Now keep an eye on yours
While the sun narrowed through the doors

Mr walking stick
Does a trick
Frazzled the nerves
Curves the dazzle
Of the moon
Under it
In it
Talking to him in
Passing
It’s a riding crop
Then isn’t
There’s a drop
Of temperature
But no limp

These toasts that float
In rings about your head
Jellies and jams
Are they ectoplasms
When the plates
Began to smash
Spiraling eggs and ketchup
We had to contact
Some man who’d died
By
Maplesyrupcide

Over the radio
Appears
When you listen
Bright pink
On sale
But when you don’t
Blue
Faded
No discount

Waiting in a line
Stuck in traffic
Your mind wanders
Should be studying that license plate
The back of that guy’s head
It gets locked in
The inattention box
And there’s
No opening
Till the day
You’re desperate for
The dull parts

Carelessly drawn
You were in the imagination zone

The balloon for your complaint
Not a dash of paint

Thumbed over
Your ìnk comes off
Far from the headline

(Chorus)

Have a fit
You’re a comic strip
A bit runny for a funny
Wary of
The obituaries

Pressed against a tragedy
Crumpled for the birdcage

The apple
Fell
And rose
In the dream

Somebody honked
Ecstatically
Flying by
In an suv
Honking later
At dinner table
Mysteriously

This old granny
Clutching freshly bought vodka
To her chest
Face turning mean, dog-like
In the fog of night