1940

The play disintegrates
Like a bucket of chicken

In a quiver you will find
A line-drawing
Of a grotesque crimp

Now the story opens
On the rabbits in love

Anchors crash down
Through tumblers of booze

All you have to do is show up
And speak the words

In this archive of failure
And dreaming, this feather
Duster an exam proctor
Chuckles over at halftime

Watch out for the aphids
And their telephone scams

Watch out for your feelings
Coming from underground

Dance with the fantasy
Of what winning will do
And run to the store
For olives and aluminum