Thanks
for those Mediterranean spices
Mr. Collom, Mr. Brit-Flag Purses,
Mr. and Mrs.
I Don’t Have No Big Words.
Sunday comes
with its churchbell swishes
and the candy clovers
I meant to translate
for you. Dim sum
snakes instead,
and demin-jacketed,
no tie-clasped
monkeys
make room for more monkeys (French lyrics);
squabs for more squabs.
Lots of salty kisses on
chunk concrete.
-Kiehl’s on Fillmore
