Hard water and square wheels.
A foot wears a hat and walks on its thumbs.
          The clouds are of plaster. That hiss is a box.
Honey is hairy. This cipher's a house.
          In a coffin of chocolate the hatchet is laid.
A cactus is sneezing.  A blind violin 
          has digested a penny.  The telephone's juice
has stiffened a horsefly, whose porcelain curse
          is rocking the corridor.  Pockets are born,
but the stubble of rainbows cannot be controlled.
          The bite of the barber begins to compete
with the weight of a capsized spondee or stilt.
           The chime of the calendar suffers from rust,
and cobalt is scorched beyond closure or froth.
           If a portion of pinch is applied to a cube,
and scissorlike bubbles produced with a switch,
          we can burnish the windows with faucets and lips;
Will oral implosions enrapture the fish
           so that their lecterns, transparently diced,
while diploid, will dapple?  We tried it, and found
           that a petrified lace leaked out of the pistol
of Charlotte, the Kink, while Pug, drunk on lightning,
           slept in the bank with ankles and rabbits
he'd slaughtered with borscht. Snafu just sucked
           on his pommel and barfed.   Then let the moon's 
carpet display a cartoon: The lawn's perpendicular,
          Daddy comes home, and the doorknob's a funnel.
An owl's in the sink.  There's a flag in the oven.
           The front page is blank.


 =Tansy Mattingly