We Live Among Crowded Scenes

(The sound of a flashbulb clacking as in antiquated photography)

Pay attention to the way-

ning effort azzit buzzes into mercury

Like dead Jellyfish peeled to tide

In a theatrical universe, then

Kaboom!

Spotlight on the small white cat, trotting a-

Cross---between metallic spurns of oil, threads

Of automobiles---a busy freeway

The wind in an eyeball that collects sound walls

Of unforgivable pink. Sun or no sun the world

Will have its parade no matter how little that kitten.

Orange signs blink “detours are fun”

Riddle you helpless to a tornado shaped building

With a parking spot at the wedge

The barker’s megaphone knuckles

Have “lick pusy” tattoed on em

in crayon font---

He shouts, “plato, playdoe, pay doe…now

Hand me something you can’t see”

(You, crowded around yourself)

The mariachi band will never stop

Playing at your table.

(Besa me, besa me mucho).

Soon the walrus in your grandfather’s tuxedo

Will pick his teeth with whole catfish bone

Half-lit behind the velvet lamp shade

He pets your kitten,

Picks his mandolin a rendition of

As the Saints Go Marching In.

A photograph of your knees

Is printed on the awkward menu

You decide to have a cheeseburger

---Medium rare.