the guardian of the secret, his filthy overcoat,
the squeezed tubes thrown out the window.
the models on standby.
all earth, on standby, in the armpit wings
looking at how stuffed an armadillo seems,
even on the half-shell with venus
on the dais, ms. vader in her avocado hat,
a whip at her side, or is it a tail?
the pencils sketch
the buttons fall.
grades, seasons, cheers from the colosseum
as the cheerleaders pom pom,
the chalk lines shift,
flags fly.
2018
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