clapervoch

trumpets leapt from the bandstand
in a rigid floe as if coated with resin
passing dirt clods mouth to mouth
all this i notice in a flurry of biting ants
that everyone else ignores
i've lost a tooth in my ice cream
the sun is sure to disappear again
and by then it'll be tea time
wipe the saucers and dangle the bags
the lizard is knocking
knocking our porch
out of whack with
his crude dermis
and his god awful
punk face
better invite him
in for a civilized
time
oh, too late
the neighbors are spaying their
cats over it. there'll be a dramatic
reenactment on TV now.
another perfectly good sunday
gone the way of the cuckoo