This is easy. Man
darin Chinese
bricks and urns
(no left turn). Man
walks in with
no left arm, a
belly full of flowers,
distinguished cock
tails and foot police.
Birds on piano
wire sing plastic
buttercups open
til midnight serving
corned beef hash.
And in the back,
a pharmacy full of
honey-baked ham
and last-ditch Euro
pean tours. Full
throttle Sunday.
