O sleepy city of reeling wheelchairs

where a mouse can commit suicide if he can

concentrate long enough

on the history book of rodents

in this underground town

of electrical wheelchairs!

The girl who is always pregnant and bruised

like a pear

rides her many-stickered bicycle

backward up the staircase

of the abandoned trolleybarn.

Yesterday was warm. Today a butterfly froze

in midair; and was plucked like a grape

by a child who swore he could take care

of it. O confident city where

the seeds of poppies pass for carfare,

where the ordinary hornets in a human’s heart

may slumber and snore, where bifocals bulge

in an orange garage of daydreams,

we wait in our loose attics for a new season

as if for an ice-cream truck.

An Indian pony crosses the plains

whispering Sanskrit prayers to a crater of fleas.

Honeysuckle says: I thought I could swim.

The Mayor is urinating on the wrong side

of the street! A dandelion sends off sparks:

beware your hair is locked!

Beware the trumpet wants a glass of water!

Beware a velvet tabernacle!

Beware the Warden of Light has married

an old piece of string!